Ming Yue stopped in front of the grand banquet hall, her eyes staring at the door silently, with the quiet confidence of someone who had weathered countless storms. Her bodyguard, Yang Lixin, followed closely behind her, his weary eyes staring at the door as well. He wondered how to clean up the aftermath, because this incident was something that out of logic. Yang Lixin turned his eyes from the door to Ming Yue, thinking that she was too powerful for someone as humble as him to fully understand, and yet here she was, calm and composed.