In a split second, the heated discussions died.
The thousands of Orcs who were just screaming for Lin En became deathly silent.
Every single person in the hall stood up and bowed their heads low. The atmosphere changed from a rowdy marketplace to a holy temple in the blink of an eye.
Yue Yue stood up along with the others, her heart hammering against her ribs. She watched as a figure emerged from the back of the hall.
It was Feng Yanshen. He looked other-worldly, dressed in his pristine, flowing white robes that seemed to glow.
He was wearing his ceremonial blindfold again, a silk cloth covering his eyes, making him look like a cold, untouchable god who was far above the desires of the mortal world.
Yue Yue's face turned a deep shade of crimson the moment she saw him. This was their first meeting since that night on her bed.
Looking at his calm, holy appearance now, she couldn't help but curse him in her mind.
