The hall was packed,
but as soon as Wu Yang spoke, it suddenly fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone's gaze, intentionally or not, turned to Gu Zhan. In that moment, an oppressive and heavy atmosphere filled the hall, an invisible pressure pressing in like seawater flooding through a breach.
Vaguely,
Gu Zhan sensed many strong murderous intents.
Yet, in this tense atmosphere,
Gu Zhan acted as if nothing was wrong, leaned back in his chair, threw his legs up onto the table, tapped his fingers lightly against the armrest, and lazily said, "Someone, pour the wine."
At the head seat, Wu Yang quietly watched Gu Zhan, his eyes openly filled with admiration, then gave a slight smile and signaled to a guard.
The guard immediately stepped to Gu Zhan's table, slowly poured a glass of wine, and respectfully said, "Lord Gu, please drink at your leisure."
