Watching Li Jiman hurry out of the hall, Chen Mufeng's gaze swept across the remains of fruits, the golden cups, and jade goblets, took a step forward, and stared at the seat of honor.
"The King of Shanyue is nothing but a puppet," he murmured to himself.
As he spoke, his footsteps unconsciously moved forward, his slender hand pressing on the back of the elaborately carved chair, silent.
The members of the Chen family had always possessed exceptional talent, and Chen Mufeng, who had reached the Fifth Layer of Fetal Breathing cultivation level, was second to none except for a few from the main family's Direct Lineage. He held a considerable amount of pride in his heart.
"Noble blood of the main family is, of course, incomparable, but people like Tian Zhongqing and Xu Gongming, who are merely a few years my senior... Who can match my talent and origins..."
Being young and full of ambition, his heart naturally harbored limitless aspirations as he blankly gazed at the seat of power.
