The atmosphere in the Class A private room on the fourth floor had frozen so solid it seemed almost tangible.
Among this group of elite scions from Lotus City's great families, nearly ten Purple Mansion cultivators were as silent as cicadas in winter. None dared even breathe too loudly, afraid of getting dragged into trouble.
They were not normally like this. Each was usually arrogant and overbearing, fearing only the Young Master Wang and Fifth Young Master Wang above them. They looked down on everyone else.
The standout among them was Lu Pengze!
He possessed exceptional talent. He had once been an Outer Sect Disciple of the West Sea Sect, had Broken Through Apertures and Opened the Mansion ten years ago, and was regarded as the Lu Family's foremost heir, with boundless prospects ahead of him.
Yet this heaven-blessed prodigy, who usually held his head so high, had now bent at the waist and awkwardly forced out an apologetic smile.
Seeing him so servile and groveling, the people present wished they could dig out a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment with their toes.
Some of the more inexperienced youths even secretly felt disgust or contempt.
Lu Pengze was supposed to be such an impressive figure. So it had all been hot air—once the real thing came along, his true colors were exposed.
They truly had no idea how terrified and shaken Lu Pengze was inside.
Because he had spent time in the West Sea Sect, he understood better than anyone what an Inner Sect Disciple represented!
What made Lu Pengze want to weep without tears most of all was that he had just verbally insulted Wang Chen.
On that point alone, if Wang Chen Made a Move and beat him to death, he would not even be allowed to resist. His only