At this moment, the entire venue was inexplicably silent, not a sound to be heard.
Only the all-encompassing dust and falling leaves.
Like rain, they fell with a rustling sound, making faint noises.
Bai Xiao stood alone in front of the forest, the white moonlight casting shadows on half of his face, delineating a deep and resolute contour. He stood with hands behind his back, dust settling on his shoulders, constantly repelled by his aura, forming a cloud of explosive mist.
An indescribable sense of confidence and dominance pervaded in all directions.
In the audience area, the guests of the numerous prodigy banquet were all looking at Bai Xiao somewhat blankly, their palms slightly sweaty, inexplicably dry-mouthed.
The sound of falling dust was like droplets of rain, fragmented and muffled.
"This person..."
