Wei Hai's seemingly respectful invitation concealed a hint of coercion.
He no longer pretended, raising his head, his gaze fixed steadily on Chen Ye.
No matter how dull a person is, they should realize something is wrong by now, right?
Wei Hai desperately wanted to detect fear from the expression of the man before him.
But the result left him disappointed.
Chen Ye smiled lightly, which irritated Wei Hai immensely, as he brushed his sleeve leisurely and stepped steadily into the main hall.
Inside the hall, sandalwood incense curled up as Patriarch Wei Zong of the Wei Family sat at the head position.
On either side of him stood four cultivators at the eighth or ninth layer of Qi Cultivation, three of whom were elders of the Wei Family, while the other was a young man clad in a brocade robe, who seemed young but exuded a profound aura.
Below the hall, six or seven elite late-period Qi Cultivation disciples of the Wei Family locked their unfriendly gazes on the entering Chen Ye.
