Even if Chen Feng didn't utter a word, the faces of those sitting around the round table had already turned grave, for sitting in the chief position was none other than the very founder of this city!
Especially since Chen Feng's strength had already reached Half-Step Epic, sitting among a group of Golden Tier individuals, he appeared as a crane among chickens, making it hard for people to conceal their inner fear.
Under such an emotion, everyone seemed to be sitting on pins and needles, with some occasionally wiping sweat, clearly suffering a lot of inner torment.
Chen Feng did not maintain this for long; he understood the gap between these people and himself. Even if he did not intentionally exude an aura, the gap between tiers still made them feel as though they were shouldering a mountain, an indescribable feeling of pressure.
