After the rune left, everyone else remained in the room. Lu Yan was persuaded by Lu Qing, but it was clear he was still harboring some anger. He sat there, his face dark and silent.
Everyone else had silver needles stuck in their fingertips, the constant pain keeping them awake. However, no one spoke. If someone were to listen outside, they might think the room was empty.
They kept at it until the light gradually seeped through the window paper, and Yan Daoxin breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's already daylight. I guess the problem isn't significant. No one came to cause any trouble all night, so it's even less likely in broad daylight," he said to the others.
Lu Zhang was somewhat troubled, not very at ease. But after staying up all night, he really couldn't hold on any longer. However, he was concerned about maintaining his image, afraid that others might still be holding on and that he would be ridiculed if he conceded first.
