The night wind rustled.
The spring moon was boundless.
Chen Yang, clad in simple attire, finally made his entrance amid anticipation and heated discussions.
Everyone, including those at the main table, looked up one after another.
In the eyes of all, Chen Yang remained composed, as if he could face any situation calmly.
Even if Mount Tai were to collapse, his expression would not change.
"This guy actually came? Doesn't he see this is a trap?"
"With Princess Ling'er backing him, where couldn't he go? Just afraid Biluo Sword Valley came prepared, things might not end well for him today."
Whispers rose like tumultuous waves.
Chen Yang ignored them, his pace steady.
"Chen Yang, over here."
Shen Shaotian stood up and waved.
Chen Yang nodded, stood before the table, scanned the room calmly, and began to sit in the empty chair.
This action made the atmosphere suddenly strange.
