Seated inside the main hall, two elders of the Jun clan, one a middle-aged man and the other a woman sat with outward calm.
Both were dressed in plain blue silk robes, attire so simple that, had they not been recognized as members of the Jun clan, they might have been mistaken for ordinary village elders.
Yet appearances could deceive.
These two were not mere commoners.
They were Master Realm powerhouses, cultivators capable of commanding wind and rain in the Soaring Cloud Region.
Despite their formidable cultivation, they waited patiently, showing no sign of arrogance, even though the one they awaited was a kid.
Creak!
The great doors swung open, and Jun Wu stepped into the hall. His expression was indifferent, his bearing calm but unyielding.
Without bowing or offering any greeting, he walked directly to the central seat of honor and sat down, his sharp gaze falling on the two elders.
