They're really here!
In the dead silence, everyone turned their heads in unison.
Like an old man one sees anywhere in the market, short and thin, with white hair, a kind smile, dressed in quite an elegant cloth outfit, only missing a birdcage in his hand.
It was out of place with the lavish banquet hall at this moment.
But this short and thin old man plunged the entire event into silence, with countless people instinctively standing and bowing, trying to welcome him.
It's been too long.
The authority established and the bloodshed spread over the years have already made them unable to muster the courage to raise their heads to face that face directly. At the scent of fear, they instinctively want to kneel down, demonstrating submission.
But upon sensing the cold stare from the other side, they are frozen in place.
Like a straw swaying back and forth in the gap between two gusts of wind, drenched in sweat, caught in a dilemma.
"What's the matter, Ah Shuo? Why the gloomy face?"
