Xia Hong's questioning gaze was so blatant that Xiang Fuhai, Xiahou Zhang, and Murong Chui naturally noticed it immediately.
"Greetings to the Lord, greetings to the Lady, greetings to Your Highnesses!"
Xiang Fuhai was the first to stand up, his face even carrying a trace of unease and apprehension, clearly realizing he had just made a taboo mistake. He quickly bent over and saluted Xia Hong.
But after he lowered his head, Xia Hong still did not speak, so he, like the other six hundred people in the grand hall, continued to bow with his head down.
The entire grand hall had only Xiahou Zhang and Murong Chui left.
They had long noticed Xia Hong's gaze, and their pupils still carried a trace of dissatisfaction. Seeing Xia Hong remain silent for so long and the six hundred people in the hall all frozen in place, they exchanged a glance, and eventually their faces showed a hint of helplessness. Then they simultaneously rose from their chairs and bowed to Xia Hong:
