After the two left, the atmosphere in the main hall became more peculiar, with some smiling grimly, some cold and indifferent, and others looking at Fang Lin with worry etched on their faces.
Gu Daofeng's face showed no pleasure or anger, radiating an ever-present gentle demeanor, making him appear like a scholarly gentleman.
Fang Lin stood his ground, managing to keep his calm even with many eyes focused on him.
Time trickled by with no one speaking and no one leaving. Even the sound of breathing seemed purposely muffled.
At this moment, even the drop of a pin to the floor would very likely be heard by everyone.
A hush fell! Audible pin-drop silence!
Fang Lin, amidst this eerie and calm atmosphere, felt no anxiety or pressure. On the contrary, his thoughts wandered, wondering what he should have for a meal later.
