Once everyone was assembled, Ji Qiankun appeared in the main hall.
As he entered, the room fell instantly silent.
In just a few decades, Ji Qiankun's reputation had become impossible for anyone to ignore.
This young man, clad in brocade with a stern face, sat in the seat of honor. He did nothing, yet his mere presence was enough to silence everyone.
The woman beside him stood up, a smile on her face, looking at the people seated: "Welcome to Divine Wind Castle, I am Zheng Ji, greetings to everyone."
Zhen Ting observed the extraordinary Madam Zheng Ji, her eyes flickering slightly.
Do not be fooled by her gentle and frail appearance; she is Ji Qiankun's most trusted subordinate, strong and ruthless. Many of the forces swallowed up by Divine Wind Castle in the past years were ruined by her hands.
Zheng Ji said a few more pleasantries, then slowly introduced the topic at hand.
