No one spoke.
Wang Xiu stood in the crowd, silent.
He could feel it. Ever since he arrived on the island, the scale in his hand had begun to emit a faint heat. This was especially true now. As the seal was continually worn away, the scale seemed to sense something, growing even hotter. Runes surged across its surface, emitting a strong, radiant glow.
But he did not make a move. Compared to the Dragon Blood and Dragon Bones that the various major powers had produced, the scale in his hand was clearly far more mysterious and valuable. If he took it out now, he would surely become the target of everyone present. He remained perfectly calm, keeping the scale well hidden and using the Taixu Concealing Spirit Chant to block all of its aura.
Yu Xiaolong stood shoulder to shoulder with him, arms crossed and looking as if he was enjoying the show, apparently with no intention of intervening either.
