Gu Ding's actions drew everyone's attention.
How brazen!
How absurd!
What wishful thinking!
Those were many people's first impressions of Gu Ding.
But someone soon recognized him.
"He's Gu Ding! The one who's caused such a huge stir lately."
"The guy who humiliated two Saint Lord-level powerhouses from the War God Palace and ended up wanted by them?"
The crowd broke into discussion.
The people from the War God Palace looked rather unpleasant, especially those whom Gu Ding had humiliated. Some of them were also participating in the Path of the King. In particular, when people began discussing the previous nude-photo incident, quite a few of those involved instantly turned livid.
Gu Ding was not merely slapping the War God Palace in the face. Now, he had once again done something audacious—inviting the Saintess to dance.
He would definitely be rejected, right?
After hearing Gu Ding say those words to Elizabeth, that was the first thought that sprang into most people's minds.
"May I have this dance?"
Gu Ding's words startled Elizabeth, but after only a brief pause, she nodded without hesitation.
"Saintess!"
The maid beside her wanted to stop her, but a voice rebuked her.
"Let her go!" The speaker was the Old Woman who was hosting the entire banquet.
Gu Ding took Elizabeth's hand, and the two quickly became the center of everyone's attention.
Gu Ding, dressed in a black suit, was handsome and upright, while Elizabeth wore a white gown. They complemented each other perfectly. Many who had expected to see Gu Ding make a fool of himself were filled with astonishment, because the two did not seem mismatched in the slightest. Instead, they looked like a couple made for each other.
At the center of the dance floor, the two swayed gently to the faint music.