C311 Restructuring of forces (I)

When Long Xuan stepped into the great hall, a man in his thirties stood at the center of the hall. Dressed in a golden brocade robe with black hair embroidered with a gorgeous design, he had a gaze as clear and dazzling as obsidian, shining with a cold, sharp aura, and under the calm eyes that seemed to hide a sharp, indignant look, was a handsome face that seemed to be carved from ink