Lin Feng swept a calm glance over the clan elders who were shamelessly promoting their factions as though they were merchants at a bustling market.
He did not interrupt them immediately.
Instead, he simply waited.
For a full ten minutes, he allowed them to argue, boast, and outbid one another.
Voices rose, sleeves were flung dramatically, and more than one elder nearly lost his composure entirely.
The scene grew increasingly absurd, yet Lin Feng stood there with hands clasped behind his back, expression serene, as if observing children squabble over toys.
Only when the noise reached its peak did he finally move.
He slowly raised his right hand.
The gesture was neither forceful nor dramatic.
Yet the effect was immediate.
It was as though an invisible pressure descended upon the crowd.
Conversations cut off mid-sentence. Arguments halted.
Even the elders who had been red-faced moments ago instinctively fell silent.
Every eye turned toward him.
