Mo Jian stepped out of the Refining Hall and looked at the crowd with a calm expression.
His silver hair swayed gently in the wind, and his blue eyes pierced through the crowd like a vulture's gaze before he turned to Deng Jie.
"Why are you shouting?"
Deng Jie sneered and wanted to respond, but Mo Jian spoke again before he could.
"Who are you? Don't you know this is the Refining Hall? Such noise could disrupt the disciples inside."
His tone was calm, almost indifferent.
His demeanor and confidence shocked most of the core disciples.
They had heard countless negative rumors about the sect master's son and had never expected him to be this composed and charismatic.
Under the pressure of so many core disciples and the gathered crowd, most disciples would have been nervous and overwhelmed. But that wasn't the case for him.
Sensing that he was losing his momentum, Deng Jie's sneer deepened.
