In the Central Plains, at Heavenly Palace City, the enraged crowd stood silently beneath a massive display screen, amid the closing ceremony music of the Peach Festival.
Suddenly, a voice shouted out:
"Zhao Yu, Geneva!"
As the saying goes, a single stone can stir up a thousand ripples; one sentence can awaken someone from their dreams. Almost instantly, all spectators gathered under the big screen roared in realization—
"Zhao Yu, Geneva! Zhao Yu, Geneva!"
Their voices turned into waves of sound echoing throughout Heavenly Palace City. Even the reporters responsible for the live broadcast quietly turned off their cameras to avoid suffering the same fate as some predecessors.
Journalists on duty dared not speak, but there were plenty of others who did. Domestic channels may have been silent, but on servers abroad, voices were emerging—
"Mr. Li Huang, as the former Dragon King, what is your view on the Central Plains Food Industry's recent loss?"
