The woman at the highest seat wore a deep purple gown, casually draped with a layer of spring-green gossamer. The collision of colors created a visual impact that compelled everyone to fix their gaze upon her.
Zhan Tang opened her eyes, which had been resting. Though her expression remained neutral, she possessed an air that drew people in, as if they were being deeply cared for and protected by her. The previously chaotic venue fell silent in an instant.
"Sect Master Yang’s points are not without merit. Let the Jitu Sect send two more people to compete against the Duyuan Sect. As for the Dichen Sect, a loss is a loss."
Chapter 91