Zora's words were flat and cold, without the slightest warmth. To ordinary people, this kind of pressure would have meant being driven out in humiliation. It was nothing short of an insult.
Drusilla and her companions flushed with anger, momentarily at a loss for words. Around them, the other diners nodded in agreement. The white-robed girl was speaking the truth, and for once, someone had finally said what everyone was thinking.
The tension in the hall shifted. What had been nervous curiosity now turned into anticipation. Many people were eager to see how this confrontation would end.
Drusilla let out a cold laugh after a moment. "If you really have the guts to talk like that, why are you hiding your face from us? What, too ugly to let people see?"
She had always been arrogant, never caring whether she was right or wrong. In her world, strength made the rules. Who cared about reason? Had anyone ever seen an emperor argue with a beggar?
