The moment Wang Xiu entered the room, everyone fell silent. All eyes seemed to be glued to him, unable to look away.
They gazed at the face they had previously only seen in various storybooks, biographies, and on the Soul Fighting Machine. A complex mix of emotions churned within the hearts of all the young people in the hall: excitement, nervousness, pride, and surprise.
"We pay our respects to the Saint Heir!" an Elder called out loudly.
Jolted back to their senses, everyone hastily knelt and performed a deep bow. Only Zhang Wan remained standing, staring at Wang Xiu in a daze as if she'd been petrified.
She muttered, "This scene… have I seen it in a dream before?" She continued to stare at Wang Xiu, the moment feeling incredibly familiar, as if she had experienced it all before. But upon reflection, that's impossible.
Seeing her daze, Elder Zhou quickly pulled at her sleeve and reminded her, "What are you standing there foolishly for? Hurry up and pay your respects!"
