A stick of incense quietly burns in the main hall. Time is ticking away, and it's been half an hour since Thunderstorm left. Luo Chen and Carefree Meng Lan stand side by side, their eyes occasionally flitting to the incense, causing them to tremble slightly. They are also anxiously sweating for Thunderstorm.
The number of people in the hall has not diminished. They are all quietly waiting for the outcome. Some have anxious expressions on their faces, while others remain calm and composed. Nonetheless, they are filled with expectation and curiosity about Thunderstorm's return.
"Do you think he'll desert us at the last minute?" someone murmured, "Leave us hanging here?"
"It's possible," another person replied, "Judging by his demeanor, I don't sense the aura of a strong warrior at all."
