The Opening! The First Ball!...

Perhaps because of the girls, the group's arrival seemed to become the focus of the entire ballroom. Those who had been talking and those who had not all turned to look over. Once they learned who they were, their expressions became slightly surprised, while curiosity and scrutiny began to fill their eyes.

Lal did not find anything wrong with those gazes. He calmly swept his eyes across the surroundings before looking at Wu Yan.

"Though I heard you would be attending this ball, there probably aren't many people here that you know, right?..."

Hearing that, Wu Yan also glanced around. When he spotted several familiar figures, the corners of his lips curled into a smile. "No, actually, there are quite a few people I know..."

"Is that so?..." Lal looked at Wu Yan with interest. Seeing the smile on his face and not the slightest sign of discomfort, Lal's eyes revealed a hint of approval.

The people present were no minor figures. Every one of them was someone important, a member of one of the Twelve Great Factions of the Sparlier World. Their status alone was enough to make ordinary people wary, let alone the fact that these people were either leaders of their clans or the pillars of their generation, with strength that was anything but ordinary. Under the collective attention of all these people, even an Eighth Order expert would likely feel uncomfortable in another's place. Yet Wu Yan acted as though nothing had happened, appearing entirely natural.

A person like that was either thick-skinned enough to feel nothing at all, or experienced enough to have personally seen many grand occasions. Wu Yan did not look like someone with dull nerves, so only the latter could be the true explanation!

It could only be said that Lal's thoughts