Xia Hong had just swept his gaze over the people in the hall when Hou Hu on the main seat personally came to greet him.
"Brother Hong, come, come, sit next to me!"
Not only Hou Hu, but all the other fifteen people in the hall also stood up, cupped their hands slightly towards Xia Hong, with a trace of respect in their eyes.
In the Ice Abyss, the strong are revered!
Evidently, the strength Xia Hong displayed when he fought Li Tiancheng that night had already earned him the respect of these people.
With a good-natured smile on his face, Xia Hong saw Hou Hu placing an identical chair beside the main seat and signaling for him to sit. He first put away his smile and then slowly revealed a hint of anger.
"Brother Hou, what is the meaning of this?"
Hou Hu clearly noticed the anger in Xia Hong's eyes, yet he still feigned ignorance and asked, "Zhaoyang has always respected the strong. Brother Hong's strength is no less than mine, so you should sit as my equal. Why do you refuse?"
