At the time, many people thought that Second Master Simmons, who had the power to command the wind and hail, was about to fall.
Who would have known that he would walk out unscathed? This heightened everybody's apprehension towards Arnold Simmons.
As soon as Oliver Taylor's voice fell, Arnold looked over coldly, his eyes as dark as black ink, devoid of any warmth. It was his usual cold indifference.
Oliver was taken aback, realizing he had misspoken.
Any drinking party that included Second Master Simmons was exceedingly orderly, no one even dared to sing a small tune to lift the spirits.
Arnold's expression did not change. He put down his wine glass, stood up, and said with his usual emotionless voice, "You all continue, I am leaving first."
After he finished speaking, the man left the private room without looking back, only confusion remained among the crowd.
He left behind a stunned Oliver Taylor, who hadn't had time to hide his shock.
What had he just seen?
