He finally understood—Luna was clearly set on upsetting Father, and dragging him down with her in the process.
The silence around them was deathly.
The butler, Senan, and the group of female slaves wished they could bury their heads in the jade floor tiles, not daring to breathe.
In the distance, several Dragon Clan members who'd caught wind of the news were gathering in groups of three or four behind the Coiled Dragon Pillars and on the Cloud Steps, surreptitiously peeking this way, their eyes full of curiosity, speculation, and unhidden contempt.
Soon, whispers began to circulate—not loud, but just enough for everyone present to hear them clearly.
"So that's the female the Young Master brought back from the Lower Domain? Tsk, no wonder she looks wild and unmanageable…"
"How dare she be so rude to the Clan Leader! That lowly Lower Domain bloodline, actually stepping into Dragon Abyss Hall?"
