Su Daji's glowing face illuminated the hall as she laughed casually, seeming as though she wasn't discussing about the life and death and freedom of every Dharmakaya but more like she was chatting about the pleasures of life with them.
The atmosphere inside the hall was unpredictable and ever-changing, with some eeriness showing among the solemness and suppression. Feeling as though there were hidden dangers, many Dharmakayas were highly wary of one another, afraid of being the other party's stepping stone.
Looking at a Su Daji like this and feeling the current atmosphere, Meng Qi's brows were tightly knit as doubts filled his mind. It was something that should be uptight about and constrained, but there was a possibility of it developing into a competition. Warm and tender, having hesitations, not daring to be extreme — all these were in stark contrast to the previous forced invitation for every Dharmakaya to attend the banquet.
