The interior of the mansion was even more resplendent, like a dreamlike world. Inside the brightly lit hall, a group of well-dressed young men and women gathered. They formed a circle, occasionally bursting into cheers and sighs of regret. It turned out they were watching an exciting duel.
Thunderstorm stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the hall doorway several meters away from the open space. His gaze was deep and indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything around him. Even the shocked and extremely dissatisfied shouts coming from inside the hall seemed unable to touch his heartstrings.
"Absolutely not! Letting a stranger represent our Ling Yue Clan, if this were to get out, wouldn't it make us a laughingstock?" A deep, rough voice exploded like thunder, breaking the previously harmonious atmosphere.
