Hearing Yi Feng's name, the City General was suddenly taken aback. He seemed moved as well, but in the next breath, his gaze darkened, and he said nothing.
That expression was too subtle to notice. No one detected anything amiss, and they continued speaking along with the topic, their discussions growing louder and louder.
"Right! If we can invite that man, Ye City might just turn peril into safety!"
"That is indeed a way. I've heard that Mister Yi possesses unfathomable cultivation. If he is willing to help, our chances of victory will surely rise greatly!"
"There is no time to lose. We should quickly send someone to invite Mister Yi!"
"City Lord, what do you think?"
The arguments quickly subsided, and everyone turned their eyes toward the main seat, where its occupant had remained silent all along.
With Ye City in such grave peril, they no longer cared about anything else. Even though they had never met Yi Feng, they clung to him like a drowning man clutching at a straw.
Though the hope was slim, it once more ignited hope throughout the hall.
At that moment, amid the expectations of all—
Before the City Lord could render a verdict, the young lady spoke first with cold eyes, pouring a basin of cold water over everyone!
"Everyone."
"Do not place your hopes on Mister Yi anymore. He simply will not help us."
He would not help?
Why was the young lady so certain?
The entire hall froze, suspicion showing in their eyes.
Though their faces bore a complicated mix of doubt and disappointment, hope was right before them, and most were unwilling to give up just like that.
After a brief silence—
The arguments rose again, and the people who repeatedly saluted her looked even more anxious!
"Why do