Huo Shaoheng's voice was low and even, magnetic enough to pull heartstrings while carrying reusable authority. His face was already unusually handsome, but when he spoke so sternly, it made others admire him and want nothing more than to bow down to him. Gu Nianzhi's large and dark eyes glanced over, his gaze as cold as obsidian submerged in ice water. Huo Shaoheng's eyes swept over all the faces in the hall before finally looking at Gu Nianzhi. They stared at each other, separated by only the length of the hall, but it felt like they were mountains and rivers apart.