"Otherwise, if Ao Gong recognizes you, what kind of face do we have to develop with him?"
Just as everyone was panicking, a white-clad, slender girl suddenly spoke decisively.
Her words immediately resonated with some people, who expressed their willingness to share joys and sorrows with Ao Cangsheng.
However, compared to the total number of those present, these people were still too few.
Soon, the chaotic voices drowned out theirs.
In the middle of the crowd, Zu Xiongkui was already in complete panic.
He wasn't afraid of the Eastern forces seeking revenge on him but was worried whether the people before him would be influenced by him.
In fact, as early as five days ago, he was worried that the Eastern forces would come for revenge.
But to his surprise, he hadn't seen any sign of the Eastern forces for so long.
Therefore, with his heart always tense, Zu Xiongkui couldn't help but gain more concern.
