The heated atmosphere didn't last long.
"Cough cough!"
Someone picked up the microphone, coughed twice, and spoke with a deep, resonant voice.
The crowd turned their heads upon hearing it, and it was Liu Qiankun.
Today, Liu Qiankun was sporting slicked-back hair and wearing a luxurious robe, looking spirited and eye-catching, as if there was some great celebration that had him dressed up.
Seeing him like this, the prestigious crowd felt even more secure and ecstatic, convinced that if Ye Xuan dared to come tonight, he wouldn't leave.
The atmosphere gradually quieted down.
Standing on stage, Liu Qiankun, who seemed to have jumped back in age by ten years, finally spoke with a smile: "Thanks to everyone's favor, tonight at the banquet I'm hosting for Elder Luo, everyone, please eat and drink well. If the hospitality is lacking, I hope for your understanding!"
Countless voices of flattery and sycophancy rose in response.
