"What!"
On hearing these words, the clan elders and several others nearby rushed to surround him, but the old man shouted to them to stop before they came close.
"Stand still!"
The crowd stopped in their tracks, their bodies stiffened. They looked at the old man and then at the bottle in his hand as well as the drawing at the old man Lin's hands. He wanted to speak, but under the old man's gaze, nobody opened the product nor moved. The whole hall suddenly quietened down.
"What's all this racket? What if the potion got knocked over and spilled?" The Old Patriarch spoke grumpily, glaring at the crowd. "Go back to your seats."
"Yes."
Everyone's face heated up. They were aware of their misconduct and their heads bowed in embarrassment. After giving a response to the Old Patriarch, they returned to their seats one after another. Their eyes glued on the old man.
