Every guest she passed instinctively moved aside, creating a clear path without needing to be asked. No one dared to block her way, and few dared to even look directly at her for too long.
The pressure she carried was not openly released, yet it was undeniably present.
It made people instinctively cautious, as though their instincts were warning them that the situation had shifted into something far more serious than a simple celebration.
At the same time, Lin Feng remained seated at his table. Calm. Unmoved. As if he had already anticipated her arrival long before she even entered the hall.
The contrast between the two figures… the approaching woman with a sacred yet oppressive aura, and the young man sitting indifferently among his companions only made the tension in the hall grow even sharper.
The air itself seemed to hold its breath. And in that suffocating silence, everyone waited to see what would happen when the two finally faced each other directly.
