Inside the main hall, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent. All eyes focused on Feng Hao as he slowly approached.
Feng Hao noticed this, of course, but he wasn't nervous. With light, unhurried steps, he walked to the center of the hall, bowed slightly, and asked with a smile, "Oh? Quite a crowd we have here."
"Haha... Xiaofeng, your timing is perfect. Come, take a seat," Jing Lou said with a hearty laugh, patting the seat beside him.
Feng Hao didn't stand on ceremony. He strode forward and sat in the seat of honor next to Jing Lou. In the past, he certainly wouldn't have been qualified to sit here, but now he was a "Thief," so his place was perfectly justified.
When the crowd saw Feng Hao take his seat, their eyes lit up with excitement, and they looked eager to begin. Only West Moon Ridge remained composed, watching Feng Hao with a faint smile.
