Within the Constant Gold Club, the previously complacent core members who had casually agreed on sanctions against Anwiski had once again gathered together.
However, unlike the ease of their past meeting, the faces of the Eighth Prince and the descendants of several Marquises were darkened, and the other members with even lesser strength hardly dared to breathe too loudly.
No one took the initiative to speak; the air, filled with the scent of benzoin, seemed to freeze over for a moment, making breathing somewhat difficult.
When facing Anvis previously, most of them held a veiled arrogance, feeling that Anvis, who was born into the Olivendi Family yet chose to neglect his duties to study Mysticism as a scholar, was simply wasting his talents and resources.
But now, the hard truth had told them that they were indeed the laughable clowns.
Overnight, almost every force that had taken action against Anvis plunged into great trouble, without exception.
