The large tavern hall was silent.
Those who were about to leave stood awkwardly in place, unsure of what to do, their hands trembling uncontrollably.
Even though they weren't the ones being targeted.
Still, the scene before them was too astonishing!
"Come, drink."
Chen Yang knocked on the table, reminding the absent-minded Shen Shaotian.
Only then did Shen Shaotian come to his senses, forcing a wry smile, "Yes, yes, drink, drink."
Then, the two clinked their glasses.
The crowd: "..."
Who exactly is this person, with such an overwhelming presence!!
Beside him, Zeng Biao finally took another look at Chen Yang, who seemed just over thirty, at the prime of his life.
Overall, he could definitely be described as elegant and outstanding, with an aura like towering clouds, and along with his earlier show of power, a young talent in every sense.
