The atmospheric pressure in the Grand Hall of a Thousand Stars shifted from festive luxury to a suffocating, lethal cold at Haoran's arrival .
Just then, Ye Fang immediately scrambled to his feet, smoothing his torn robes with hands that trembled, half from the thrill of his own acting and half from the genuine terror of being so close to a living anomaly.
He bowed low, his forehead nearly touching the jade floor.
"Young Master Shen!" Ye Fang's voice was a masterpiece of wavering, pitiful indignation. "I apologize for the disturbance on your glorious day. This commoner... this barbarian who somehow shamelessly slithered into this prestigious hall... he actually attacked me without provocation! He has no respect for the sanctity of your home. I humbly plead that you kick him out before he stains the floor further with his presence."
