The 26 men sized each other up, as if measuring if the "sincerity" they had prepared was enough.
The first to speak would invariably bear the greatest pressure.
The air grew heavy. Although nothing appeared to have happened and Gu Mengmeng was very sure none of them had unleashed the slightest bit of beast pressure, the atmosphere felt like they were in the examination hall of a major exam. Quiet and eerie. Now and then, a breeze blew past like a slight brush across tightly wound heartstrings, the quivering sound of which made it seem like it would snap any moment now.
"I am Hanston, leader of the Francis tribe and a third-level rhinoceros beast." One of them stood up and was the first to speak.
