The spacious and bright hall, with crystal chandeliers on the tall ceiling, gently swayed due to the wind blowing in from outside. The table was laid with red wine and fine food, and two maids stood by the table, attentively pouring wine and serving dishes. The flashes of lightning and peals of thunder outside seemed utterly unrelated to the tranquil and harmonious hall, creating two starkly contrasting worlds.
Until the doors to the hall were pushed open, and a dozen men and women were shoved inside by bodyguards, the burst of wind and the accompanying rain bringing a wave of chill.
"Mr. Tianqi, everyone has arrived," Situ reported.
Only then did Huo Tianqi lift his head from the array of delicacies. A maid handed him a white silk handkerchief, which Huo Tianqi took and lightly dabbed at the corner of his mouth before carelessly tossing it onto the table.
