"Good evening, everyone. I am Cheng Ji, Hall Master."
Cheng Ji drifted onto the raised platform and spoke with a smile.
He wore no beast mask. Everyone could see that smiling face at a glance, and once they realized who that face and name belonged to...
"Hall Master Cheng?"
The audience below instantly erupted.
Everyone rose to their feet.
"???"
"So Hall Master Cheng had been in Private Room No. 1 all along? I thought it was merely some representative of the Holy Spirit Hall..."
"Heavens! Why would Hall Master Cheng come here in person?"
"Something major must be about to happen, right?"
When they saw Cheng Ji, the young people who had come out with their clan and sect elders all looked wildly excited, as though they had laid eyes on a legendary idol.
Yet the older generation seated in the private rooms and reserved seats had their faces turn black at once.
Some even contacted the Night Cats attendants on the spot. "I want to leave."
Yet the reply each received consisted of only one sentence: "Sorry, you cannot."
Quite a few of the foremost powers across the Royal City had already caught wind of something beforehand.
Meanwhile, those overlord-class factions that thought highly of themselves and feared no risk—the Great String Celestial Sect, the Returning Sound Pavilion, and the like—had not intended to leave early.
Naturally, they had no idea what the Holy Spirit Hall was planning.
The moment Cheng Ji appeared, they immediately rose to leave, only to be stopped by the attendants as well.
"What the hell are your Night Cats good for? Cheng Ji came, and you didn't even give us a warning?" Leng Qi, Sect Master of the Great String Celestial Sect, flew into a rage.
He truly had not expected that the