"Chief, the medicine's effects are wearing off quickly. I'm afraid someone might have noticed the disappearance of Zhao family banquet. We must act swiftly!!"
A Black Cloth Man rushed in and reported to the scarred man.
"Chief, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
The Black Cloth Man saw the leader appearing distracted, the scimitar in his hand trembling, and asked with a puzzled expression.
"Um, are you the King?"
The scarred man seemed to make a momentous decision, his voice trembling as he revealed a stiff smile and asked.
"What do you think?"
Ye Tian stood there with a faint smile, his presence grand and extraordinary, even in plain white cloth, he shone like an ancient Heavenly God.
The scarred man had already given up hope completely, the gazes of everyone sparkled, they blinked in shock looking at the scarred man.
