The people around began to whisper. "Grandmaster Ye's attitude toward Li Yitong is so enviable."
"The Li Family is probably going to attach themselves to a more powerful backer. Sigh. Some things are simply unattainable for people like us, no matter how much we might want them."
In the bustling noise of the banquet, Ye Cangtian's gaze was as sharp and calm as an owl's. His target was as clear as a mirror—Li Yitong. The envious murmurs of the crowd were like the buzzing of bees; though noisy, they failed to stir a single ripple in his heart.
The atmosphere of the banquet became somewhat eerie in his presence, but he stood as steady as a great tree in a raging wind. His gaze wandered through the crowd, finally settling on Lin Xiaolong and Zhao Qin.
