Inside the banquet hall, brilliantly bright crystal chandeliers illuminated the four walls as if it were daytime. Dragon-coiled pillars surrounded the interior, with night-pearls embedded in the eyes of every dragon. Their faint, eerie glow blended with the Gathering Spirit Formations suspended in the air, while the atmosphere was heavy with the exotic fragrance of high-grade medicinal pills and rare spiritual herbs.
On blue-jade tables, millennial ginseng emitted a warm luster, and within jade boxes, the Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pills radiated intricate medicinal patterns. These supreme treasures, which could easily trigger clan-wide slaughter in the outside world, were casually piled up like ordinary objects, displaying the immense wealth of the Chu Family.
Upon the main seat, Hua Rongdao wore a dark robe patterned with cloud motifs. Though nearing a hundred years of age, he showed not the slightest trace of senility. His vital energy was robust, his gaze like lightning, and every gesture carried the inherent majesty of one in a superior position.
Chapter 127