"What did you say!?" Tai Yuhao exclaimed towards Qiao Yi, his voice cracking slightly under the sudden weight of sheer, unadulterated disbelief.
The abrupt outburst shattered the dignified silence of the grand council chamber like a stone thrown through a stained-glass window.
Hearing him lose his composure so spectacularly, everyone turned towards him simultaneously.
And in that instant, a heavy, suffocating wave of disapproval washed across the long mahogany table.
Brows furrowed in unison, and the ambient spiritual pressure in the room spiked dangerously.
Among those glaring, the most prominent were the Four Heavenly Kings and the League Champion themselves.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop by several degrees under their collective gaze.
After all, who was Tai Yuhao to raise his voice here?
