Xiao Qiang sat there, his divine consciousness spreading out, enveloping the entire hall. Although his cultivation was only at the peak of Qi Condensation stage, his divine consciousness was not weaker than that of a Nascent Soul cultivator. He could clearly sense the reactions of everyone present, including those of the Howling Zong disciples.
Taking the teacup in front of him, Xiao Qiang gently blew on it. The rich scent of tea dispersed, bringing a sense of calm and mindfulness. His mood was good. He had cast his bait, and all that was left was to see if the fish would bite. But Xiao Qiang was confident that those fish would not be able to resist taking the bait.
Soon Tian Wanshan had finished introducing all the details. With a slight smile, he nodded to the hostess on the side and simply stepped down from the stage. His task was complete, and there was no point in staying there.
