"What is he doing? What does he mean by this? Why is he walking toward the seat closest to the dragon throne?"
"What is he thinking? Wait, look—he's sitting down! He's got some nerve, taking the seat right below the dragon throne!"
Under everyone's gaze, Qin An walked slowly to a seat at the very front of the dragon throne and sat down. His expression was calm, his hands rested on his knees, and he looked entirely at ease.
Everyone present stared wide-eyed, their faces full of disbelief.
A few people's fingers twitched. What they were seeing seemed utterly inconceivable.
Yu Feng shot to his feet in alarm and hurried to Qin An's side. Grabbing Qin An's arm, he said, "Lord Qin, don't act rashly. This won't solve anything, and you'll anger His Majesty!"
"This is the most important moment of our audience. How can you be so bold as to sit right below the dragon throne without a second thought? When His Majesty comes out and sees everyone else seated at the back while you sit here alone, he may fly into a rage on the spot."
"When the Son of Heaven grows angry, it will bring a terrible crisis. Not only you, but even us Return to One Realm experts here for the audience may find it nearly impossible to survive His Majesty's wrath!"
But Qin An shook his head. Calmly feeling the hilt of the saber at his waist with his fingers, he waited until he felt the change in its patterns before saying, "Don't worry. I have my own way. Just go back to your seat."
His tone was as light as a breeze beneath clear skies.
Yu Feng had spent enough time with Qin An to know what kind of person he was.
He knew