Chen Yang's pervasive indifference throughout.
Very natural, without any pretense.
Yet it left Cao Hui feeling extremely frustrated, suffocatingly uncomfortable.
All the words he wanted to spill out were stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single syllable.
Not even acknowledging him, Cao Hui, or the Yang Family was one thing, but even Sect Leader Zhao Guang of the Qianhe Sect?
Earlier, one might have said he was just pretending, but now?
A simple "I know," so effortlessly delivered, followed by calmly drinking tea, enjoying the breezy tranquility.
Cao Hui's face turned ghostly pale.
The crowd around was stunned, their expressions reflecting shock.
Then, the entire hall once again plunged into a deathly silence.
Outside the hall, in some corners, a few curious onlookers were gathered.
Most were from the Yang Family, alongside some thrill-seekers drawn by the news.
"Who is that guy anyway?"
