The atmosphere is tense as everyone is seated around the long table with the silence surrounding them. They were looking at each other and their gazes were talking before all their gazes finally fell on Cheng Sheng, who was seated on the left side of Fan Wen.
Cheng Sheng's forehead was filled with beads of cold sweat. Fei Yin, who was sitting beside him, held his hand under the table and squeezed his hand to comfort him. Instantly, Cheng Sheng's heart has calmed down.
Cheng Sheng took a deep breath before he raised his gaze and faced all the sect leaders who were staring at him. "Everyone…" he muttered, then nervously gulped down his saliva. His heart is beating fast.
