In the side hall of the great hall, a banquet was even taking place at this moment.
A round table was set in the side hall, with two people sitting on either side of it. On the left was one person, clearly the Lord of Chui Mountain, Duan Hong; on the right was a young man in blue, appearing no older than eighteen or nineteen, with over forty people standing behind him. Among them, only about ten were of similar age, while the rest were all middle-aged.
It was evident that even though Duan Hong was alone on the left side, his aura could overwhelm the forty people on the opposite side. However, at the moment, his face bore a trace of anxiety, and he occasionally turned his head to look outside, clearly worried about the rebellion situation.
The young man in blue on the right, however, appeared composed, holding a wine cup in his hand, and the arrogance between his brows did not diminish even when meeting Duan Hong's gaze.
