These influential figures, accustomed to having the final say in their own domains, had now mostly tempered their imposing auras. Some gathered in small groups, exchanging hushed pleasantries, while others stood alone, observing in silence.
The auras within the hall were a chaotic yet magnificent blend. Masters of Astral Force were everywhere. A few auras even felt particularly obscure and profound, far surpassing their peers—these were clearly masters who had touched the threshold of the True Essence Realm.
Sang Yanping entered the great hall, his gaze sweeping across the room. He soon spotted several familiar figures in the crowd.
Granny Hanzhuang of Cold Jade Valley was conversing with an elderly man in a water-blue robe. Sensing his gaze, she turned and gave Sang Yanping a slight nod. Sang Yanping returned the gesture with a cupped fist salute.
