Then, a powerful aura surged forth, overwhelming everything.
The audience below the stage was already growing breathless, struggling to get air.
But fortunately, the oppressive presence lasted only a moment before vanishing without a trace.
Su Ye keenly sensed that in that very instant, at least twelve Hidden Guards had deployed in the surroundings.
But that wasn't all. Soldiers cleared a path, lining up on both sides as they forcibly carved a way through the dense crowd.
Someone, displeased, couldn't help but mutter,
"Who does he think he is, making such a scene?"
The words had barely left his lips when a low cough echoed in the sudden silence.
"*Cough. Cough.*"
Following the coughs, a man in a red robe embroidered with golden thread appeared before the crowd, exuding an air of languid nobility.
His hair was tied back loosely, and a golden silk mask obscured most of his features.
The man seemed ill; his low coughs sounded weak.
