"The Fox Words Young Master is here!"
The crowd was engaged in discussions, high spirits and grand debates when someone shouted. Immediately, the scene fell silent, and you could hear a pin drop. Everyone turned their gaze to the corridor leading to the small pavilion.
There, two upright figures were slowly walking over. As they moved, a formless pressure stifled everyone, making it hard to breathe.
Chu Ming's eyes narrowed because among the two figures, there was the young man in purple robes he had seen the night before. The purple-robed youth also noticed Chu Ming, nodded slightly, and sat by the small pavilion table. He lightly swept his eyes over the seated young men and women, then closed his eyes to meditate, calm like still water.
"Everyone coming today is here to honor me, Fox Words Young Master. I will remember this favor!"
