This once high-profile youth had now become remarkably composed. Beside him stood several other Golden Core Cultivators dressed in the same fashion.
These Cultivators stood in a corner, silent and still. The other Golden Core Cultivators subconsciously kept their distance, so much so that an empty patch of floor had abruptly appeared around them in the crowded hall.
It was no wonder. This group, dressed uniformly in pure black, was silent, yet the gazes they cast upon others were as piercing and vicious as daggers. Fang Qingyuan felt that if anyone were to step forward and provoke them, a body would be on the floor the very next moment.
This was the authentic style of a Black Wind Valley Cultivator. By comparison, the person beside him seemed more like an imposter.
Fang Qingyuan glanced at Xiong Dai'Er out of the corner of his eye. He saw a faint smile grace her lips as her gaze swept over the group of Black Wind Valley Cultivators, after which she nonchalantly looked elsewhere.
