The commanding voice caught Yates off guard.

A middle-aged man sitting among the group shot to his feet, his face drenched in sweat. He said, "Mr. Jordan, I'll go check it out!"

This man was Jonathan. With such esteemed guests present, an outburst like this was unacceptable. No one could bear the consequences if Yates, the Supreme Elder, lost his temper.

"Go ahead," Yates replied, his smile returning. "It's just a minor issue. Don't let it ruin the mood."

The guests, all seasoned figures in the martial world, remained unfazed. Every organization had its troubles, after all. The intruder's grudge was with Jonathan specifically, and given this was Polaris' headquarters, the issue would surely be handled swiftly.

Yates turned to Uzziah, steering the conversation back on track. "I heard the leadership of the Eight Great Martial Families has shifted. The Rubies have been knocked down from the top spot?"

Uzziah nodded. "Yes, a significant change. Those young ones always report back to