Devastating The Murim with My Little Sister

P.O.V - Diana.

I wake up to the noise of people around.

There I sat, bound to a chair in the middle of the a large room.

My hands tied behind and legs tied by a tough rope.

It couldn’t be cut if you weren’t at least second rate.

It was the court room of the clan, where meetings are held.

I was placed in the centre, facing the Patriarch’s seat.

Two guards beside me, both sweating for some reason, both just entering First Rate.

There he sat in his mid forties, his hair black, smooth chin and deep green eyes looking at me.

The colour of his cloth the ideal colour of the Dang family, deep green.

Two guards stood beside him.