In a flash, everyone's gaze was directed to where the sound had come from.
Two individuals were floating in the air, heading towards them.
An elderly man in grey clothes, and a youth dressed in brocade attire.
The cold snort they'd heard clearly came from the grey-clothed elder.
"The steward!"
As the grey-clothed elder made his appearance, the old man, who had been presiding over the prisoner fights, respectfully bowed.
The steward?
Suddenly, there was a commotion among the spectators around the prisoner fight arena.
"He's the steward of the prisoner fight arena?"
"I've never seen him appear in person before… Who could have thought, he would actually show up today."
...
The crowd was buzzing with whispers.
Wyatt looked up, glanced nonchalantly at the grey-clothed elder, then proceeded to leave with Sonny, paying them no further attention.
This behavior sent a shiver down the spine of everyone present.
