Meng Dongtai spoke calmly, his voice seeming to come from all directions. It was a voice that inspired absolute confidence—as if anything he set out to do, he could accomplish without fail.
A soaring dragon in the heavens, his every word a solemn vow.
Meanwhile.
Outside the pavilion, at the back of the waiting crowd, a man in what appeared to be a disguise was led by two guards into the courtyard. He looked like some newly arrived dignitary.
However, once inside the courtyard, this man did not wait tremulously like the other Jinmen dignitaries. Instead, he took a sudden stride, and in an instant, as if using the Shrinking Inches technique, his form appeared before the pavilion entrance.
'What the—?'
The various Jinmen dignitaries waiting in the courtyard for an audience with the great man were all stunned for a moment, unable to process what had just happened.
