Just then, a sudden shift in the atmosphere swept through the room, a palpable wave of tension that caused heads to turn abruptly. A certain person had entered the hall, someone whose influence was so profound that even the most seasoned nobles felt a tremor of unease. Some people pointed subtly in his general direction, whispering his name, but none dared to call him out directly.Master Tai had finally arrived.He was dressed in exquisite robes, a smooth black silk that flowed like liquid night, adorned with intricate golden embroidery that depicted mythical creatures and his clan symbol.He moved with a practiced grace, his every gesture radiating authority. After all, he was the host of this event, and he carried the weight of that responsibility with an air of effortless command.Everyone in the room seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for his next move.Except, of course, for Shen, who popped another candied grape into his mouth with a nonchalant air. He watched Maste