The moment Max stepped into the meeting ground, every conversation stopped. Dozens of powerful auras shifted toward him at once. The leaders of the Four God Nation turned their heads. President William rose slightly from his seat.
The only calm ones were the Old Saintess and the leader of the Black Lotus Guild among them.
The mysterious master of the Obsidian Order narrowed his eyes. Lady Divine and the other guardians of the Middle Domain watched him with solemn interest. Even the geniuses seated around the outer circle straightened their backs, unable to hide the mixture of admiration and silent pressure they felt toward him.
Max acknowledged them with a brief glance, but his attention did not linger on any of them. His gaze was drawn unavoidably toward one person seated at the head of the table, as if the entire meeting revolved around her presence alone.
