Inside the grand hall, everyone's thoughts were different.
In the midst of silence, time flowed by the minute and second.
If one wasn't careful, more than half the day would pass.
The young guard was still under everyone's protection, safe and sound, though his face occasionally showed some inexplicable unease and worry.
Mo Hua remained seated like an old monk, as calm as an ancient well without waves.
Dan Zhu silently glanced at Mo Hua, feeling some regret in his heart.
His original intention was kind, wanting to introduce this "Mr. Witch" with devout Taoist Heart, extraordinary insights, and innovative thinking to his father.
But the "introduction" failed and instead brought disaster to Mr. Witch.
If he had known this would happen, he should not have brought Mr. Witch to this family banquet.
"Anyway, this is my fault..." Dan Zhu silently thought.
