Angel didn't know how to respond, because he had no idea who the Gentleman of Boiling was referring to as the annoying guest. However, the fact that the Gentleman mentioned this person formally suggested that their status was not low and might indeed be higher than his own.
As Angel thought about this, he glanced at the first seat on the left peripherally. Could the Gentleman of Boiling have been talking about the guest seated there?
If this so-called annoying guest was indeed a guest at the banquet, Angel felt it best not to comment.
While Angel speculated, an icy hum suddenly echoed in the banquet hall.
"You still dare to mention the Seed of Distortion in front of me?" Along with the icy hum came a voice that was chilling and strange. It sounded like the whispers of countless voices merged together, leaving one with a helpless sense of despair just by hearing it.
