Wang Baole had full faith in Zhao Yameng's intuition. She had a natural spirit body, and her spiritual senses often surpassed that of the ordinary person on many occasions.
Wang Baole kept his guard up and, without exposing himself, began to put a greater distance between him and Huang Shan, trying not to draw any nearer.
Fortunately, the crowd was immense. Wang Baole's actions didn't seem overly obvious. After some time, the music gradually slowed down to a halt, and laughter rang out from the front.
The laughter was bright and hearty. It resounded loudly in the air, and an overwhelming aura came surging forward. Everyone fell silent and looked to the front.
Everyone watched as someone walked out from the inner chambers… it was a tall, middle-aged man with attractive features who shared a resemblance with Lin Tianhao. He wore long, loose robes, his hair flowed loosely down his back, and his eyes held stars—his entire person exuded a unique charm.
