The Great Feast Hall of the Leopard Sect was an ancient, sprawling chamber built from heavy dark blocks of spiritual ironwood that had been polished until they shone like mirrors.
Dozens of long banquet tables were arranged in a wide horseshoe pattern, loaded with rare spirit fruits, roasted mountain beasts, and jars of burning, high-grade spiritual wine.
Yet, despite the abundance of food, not a single person inside the hall had touched their chopsticks. The atmosphere was completely frozen, thick with an aggressive, silent confrontation.
The Roc Clan delegation occupied the left side of the hall. Blue Sky sat prominently at the head of his table, his posture completely relaxed, leaning back against his silk cushions with a cup of wine dangling lazily from his fingers.
