The moment the voice came, An Qi's heart felt as if it were pulled by a string, shocked and unsettled.
Lin Yifan's voice was the one she was most familiar with.
She hadn't expected that he would still come in the end.
"Yifan, how could you be so foolish, not realizing this is a trap?"
She complained, wanting to leave, to escape, but with so many important figures watching, she couldn't move.
In the central square, when someone interrupted the Head Eunuch, everyone looked curiously in a specific direction.
Beside Lin Yifan, people stepped aside to let him walk to the central square, becoming the focus of everyone's attention.
Lin Yifan was fearless, stepping out of the crowd one step at a time.
All the cultivators in the central square felt quite unfamiliar with the man, not knowing which school or faction or royal noble he belonged to.
"Who is this person? Why does he look so ugly?"
"Not familiar at all!"
