Going back to the ceremonial ball, there was nothing Michael would have rather done more than wait until it was over. But a certain tingling feeling warned him it was a bad idea.
Exhaling slowly, he paced towards Victoria.
She appeared to be arguing with three cultivators who bore a striking resemblance to her. They were undoubtedly some of her relatives.
The woman at the forefront, bearing the aura of a Radiant Lord, was named Stella. With her blonde hair and blue eyes, she resembled Victoria, though she paled in comparison to her beauty, despite being from a superior realm.
To her left stood Allan, a man slightly taller than her, whose presence carried the power of a Peak Grandmaster. A quick observation made it clear the man's composure was faltering, and he was currently relying on his two relatives for support.
