Chapter 13 Council Of Knives
- The council hall reeked of sweat and age as numerous eyes settled on him the moment he set foot in the room.
- Sinjun’s boots sounded noiselessly on the stone floor, as he walked towards the table.
- It was a pity the scent of goldtril and jasmine didn’t conceal the disgusting ego of the twelve men seated around the table, each one staring at him like he’d committed a crime by coming in there.