Looking at the hand on his wrist that had already reached the designated time, Lin Yi couldn't help but curve his lips slightly upward.
At the same time, he stood up directly.
His action instantly drew the vigilance of the surrounding subordinates.
Their expressions, which had just relaxed, immediately tensed to the extreme, and the curved sabers in their hands all pointed at Lin Yi, as if fearing he might make any move.
However, facing this group of people, Lin Yi was indifferent, stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, and leisurely walked towards the door.
With his movement, there was a clattering sound that immediately arose, needless to say, it must be the sound of the guards' armor rubbing against each other.
As Lin Yi took one step forward, the group retreated one step back, and like that, he moved forward, and they moved backward—one step, two steps, three steps—until he reached the great hall's doorway.
Finally, the leading guard was the first to shout:
