It's not entirely impossible.
The Governor of Bain walked silently ahead, making it difficult for others to divine his thoughts. Fang Hong felt a bit stifled, thinking it might be better to just pronounce judgment and save himself the anxiety. Sometimes bad news is less agonizing than the faint glimmer of hope that leads to greater despair.
Before entering the hall, Fang Hong heard the faint sound of discussion emanating from within, but as soon as he stepped inside, all sounds abruptly ceased. In the splendid hall, eyes turned towards him, filled with curiosity, doubt, and scrutiny.
After all, the King of Sand, Barbaltan, had earlier called his eldest son forward, and everyone present had heard his words clearly. On one hand, they were pondering the meaning of the king's words, and on the other, they were filled with intense curiosity about the Crown Prince's 'friend.' At this moment, nearly all eyes in the hall were focused on this direction.
