The two appeared to be around thirty years old, looking very young, but judging from the Sea Expansion Realm aura emanating from their bodies, their age was clearly far more than a hundred years.
Between the black stone floor of the old pavilion, there were faint traces of blood. A young man in black, with his sleeve dripping with fresh blood, sat there with a somewhat somber and pale face, looking unfriendly.
The old pavilion was already crowded, yet he sat alone in the highest seat, with no one approaching within half a meter of him. Only when the medicinal soup on the bonfire began to boil did someone pour a bowl and offer it to him with some flattering respect.
To others, this young man might seem just that, but his cultivation had reached the grand completion of the Sea Expansion Peak, making him the strongest and highest in realm among the seven.
Thus, the rest implicitly looked to him as the leader.
