A hand pressed against the curtain, its knuckles distinct. It was a young man's hand.
Then—
Before everyone in the hall, the curtain slowly parted.
Swish—!
A young figure stepped forward from behind it.
Standing beneath the lights, tall and slender, he curled his lips into a faint smile. "Good afternoon, fellow cultivators."
His calm voice spread through every corner of the hall through the speakers.
Fang Yi stood at the front of the stage, his head slightly lowered.
In an instant—
The entire venue erupted.
Everyone looked up at him, anticipation gleaming in their eyes.
"Wow! He's so young and handsome!"
"So this is the legendary Undertaker???"
"Holy crap, I thought the Undertaker would be like that old man across from my house who burns coal in a boiler! I never expected him to be this handsome!"
Crack.
The cup in Chu Qingli's hand shattered instantly. She shot to her feet, disbelief filling her beautiful eyes.
Fang Yi?
They were too far apart. The man onstage stood upright beneath the lights, and she could not clearly see his face. But that silhouette, and the slight upward lilt in his voice when he spoke...
How could it be him?!
He should have been wasting away at some vocational college right now!
"Junior Student, are you going to the restroom?" Lu Xing, who had been cheering, froze for a moment and scratched his head. "Why not go later? This is Undertaker Captain's speech. Once you miss it, there won't be another chance!"
"Senior Student, I'm feeling a little unwell. Maybe something went wrong with my cultivation... I want to go up front and find Minister Wang." Chu Qingli's face was pale as she forced out a smile. Seeing her like this, Lu Xing believed her immediately. Cultivation problems could not be