Chen Chuan turned around and walked toward the center with Cheng Zitong.
As he passed the guests, people from the Handling Bureau, the Defense Department, City Patrol, and even Wu Yi Academy called out greetings, though their forms of address varied: "Teacher Chen," "Director," "Captain," "Chief," and so on.
When they saw Cheng Zitong walking beside Chen Chuan in his decorative sunglasses, some cursed inwardly in jealousy, some sighed in envy, and some tried to curry favor. Their reactions were too varied to count.
Liu Yin did not know why, but watching Chen Chuan approach sent a surge of emotion through him, and he raised his hand in salute. The people his age standing beside him instinctively did the same, prompting most of those on their side to follow. The salutes looked rather crooked and uncoordinated, but no one cared at that moment.
Chen Chuan saw them. He deliberately stopped and raised his hand to return the salute, making Liu Yin and the young people behind him even more excited.
Yet when they looked at Cheng Zitong, they felt none of those complicated emotions. Instead, they saw something of themselves in this elder. He had accomplished what they could not, and that gave them a sudden, deeply satisfying sense of release.
Only after passing that side did Chen Chuan approach Cheng Zhou. Since there was almost a head's difference in their heights, he did not come too close, stopping a few paces away instead.
The Cheng Family members beside Cheng Zhou and the elders from other families had felt nothing from a distance. Once Chen Chuan stood before them, however, they suddenly sensed an extraordinary pressure. The Fighters present felt it especially keenly.
Although Chen Chuan could now fully restrain his aura, allowing none of his domain field to leak