For a long time, no one dared step onto the arena to challenge him again.
Su Yi did not wait any longer. With his hands clasped behind his back, he walked straight down from the arena.
The gazes of everyone at the banquet fell on him as well, their expressions all different—some shocked, some dazed, some staring blankly...
It vividly played out the many faces of the mortal world.
"Mr. Su, please take a seat!"
Fu Shan took the initiative to go forward and welcome him, his manner respectful.
"So the empty seat beside City Lord Fu was prepared for Su Yi."
One of the great figures seemed to suddenly react, coming to a realization.
The others all understood too, and for a time, their expressions grew even more complicated.
It was only a seat, yet from this alone, one could see just how highly Fu Shan valued Su Yi!
"No need. Since the matter is resolved, I'll be leaving first."
Su Yi shook his head and refused.
He had never liked such lively, noisy atmospheres.
Fu Shan did not dare try to stop him. He instructed, "Men, escort Mr. Su back."
"Lord Fu, let me handle something like this."
Not far away, Huang Qianjun sprang to his feet and walked over at once.
Nie Teng hesitated for a moment, then came over too.
Seeing this, Nie Beihu felt greatly comforted.
He knew that his son, who had always been proud and lofty, had already been won over by the bearing Su Yi had displayed earlier.
Su Yi said no more and headed straight into the distance.
Huang Qianjun and Nie Teng followed closely behind.
The sight made the great figures seated there feel another surge of emotion.
Huang Qianjun was the legitimate son of Huang Yunchong, patriarch of the