The silver-haired old woman's expression turned even colder. "Noble Realm? Which one of you here isn't in the Noble Realm? In the current Ding'an City, so what if you're in the mere pseudo-Noble Realm? Why? Are you afraid?"
The guest with the mole face snorted. "Is this a matter of fear?"
"Alright, at the end of the day, you just think that Pavilion Master Pang is dead! There's no need to stand up for a dilapidated Dragon Gate Pavilion, right?"
An expressionless man said coldly, "So what if I do? The tea will turn cold when people leave. It's just that everything in the world is the same. What's there to be surprised about?"
The silver-haired old woman's expression became even uglier. She looked around and almost all the other Noble Realms were silent.
Some of them had already known about the news, while others had just found out. However, they avoided eye contact, clearly making a decision.
