Hundreds of Hale family disciples packed the main hall. First Elder Cedric on the left, Third Elder Tobias on the right. The most solemn reception formation the entire family could muster.
Seeing Daven approaching from afar, the crowd bowed their heads in unison.
"Greetings, Third Grand Uncle!"
A rule Alex had established in the past. No matter the time or place, whenever Daven arrived, everyone greeted him first.
The reason was simple: he was the head's Third Uncle.
A cold sneer curled at the corner of Daven's mouth.
Without hesitation, he took large, arrogant strides straight toward the central Saint Lord's throne.
Just as he was about to sit down onto the seat, Alex sneered coldly and raised his hand.
Daven Hale felt a terrifying coercive pressure envelop him instantly. His entire body turned stiff as a wooden dummy. Unable to move a single inch.
"Is that a position you can sit in?" Alex said indifferently.
"Go, fetch a chair."
