As Sikong Cheng's voice faded, five of the six men present simultaneously turned their gazes to Luo Shuqing.
Only one person, seated at the head of the table to the left, seemed to be drunk. He tried several times to lift his head from the table, but failed each time.
Luo Shuqing lowered her head slightly, her hand once again clutching the hem of her skirt.
Her fingers subconsciously twisted the fabric.
She was clearly not used to being the center of attention.
Shen Cangming's heart grew heavy. As his gaze swept over the six men, his feelings grew even more complex.
The six men in the hall were Sikong Cheng's most trusted confidants, privy to his deepest secrets. They were also his six greatest masters.
Having served under Sikong Cheng for many years, they had long since made names for themselves.
'Lone Bolt Skimming the Sea' Gu Jinghong was a thin man, seated second on the left.
