Tianming was clad in a black dragon robe with his white hair combed straight. His eyes radiated a look of dignity and his black arm gave people the chills. He’d only spoken a few short words, yet his presence had caused others to forget his age and focus on his aura. Long Wanying had taken care to ensure that his getup not only looked good, but also imposing, subtly suggesting that he was born to rule. It contrasted against the senior-looking Saintdragon Emperor, arrogant Northdipper Swordsage, and savage Ninesun Martial Lord, who were all hard to approach.

The Myriad Solar Sects needed someone that could stand up against the sun emperor in terms of aura. Even if Tianming was a little short of that, he was still young. He had beckoned for them all to sit, and the Saintdragon Emperor knew that that alone meant they were halfway successful thanks to his stunning reputation. Tianming...