The hall was silent, except for Long Zaitian, all the core members of the Xuanqing Sect sitting in order according to their status. Shao Xing and Shao Qiang, as Long Zaitian's adopted sons, held special positions and sat directly to the left of Long Zaitian, rather than with the others.
As for the seat on Long Zaitian's right, it naturally belonged to Military Advisor Chiang Yu.
"What time is it already? Why hasn't An Yiqing shown up yet? Could it be that she's too afraid to come?" one of the core members of the Xuanqing Sect muttered.
His words were like a small pebble, breaking the calm surface of a lake and revealing the turbulent waters beneath.
Long Zaitian paused in his fiddling with the walnut, his tightly shut eyelids twitched a couple of times, then he resumed resting with his eyes closed.
Shao Qiang glanced at everyone and sneered, "With such a big wager from Military Advisor Chiang here, how could An Yiqing possibly not come?"
