As the hall remained filled with a subtle tension, Lin Xiao Tian raised his hand calmly, and in the next moment, thirty-five cushions appeared neatly arranged across the floor as if placed by an invisible force.
Without wasting any time, he gestured lightly for everyone to sit, his movements natural and unhurried as the disciples quickly followed, settling into their positions with varying degrees of composure.
However, as his gaze swept across them, it paused briefly upon Xiao Xiaoshan, where the cushion beneath him had simply vanished without a trace, leaving him seated awkwardly lower than the others in a way that slightly disrupted the formation.
The other disciples were barely containing their reactions, their expressions tightening as they struggled not to laugh, while Xiao Xiaoshan remained stiff, clearly aware of the situation yet unsure of how to respond.
