Qin Wushuang walked out and stood among the crowd. He did not keep a high profile nor did he try to hide himself. Among the sea of people, each of them was talking to people they knew and not many people paid particular attention to Qin Wushuang’s unfamiliar face. From time to time, a few glances swept across him. However, they only looked at him quickly without their gazes lingering.
Apparently, the thousands of people from the Second Palace Master’s line did not know each other either. Most of them stayed within their little circle of the few colleagues they had become acquainted with.
Thus, Qin Wushuang’s unfamiliar face did not seem conspicuous.
As soon as Qin Wushuang stepped out, Tan Zhongchi soon followed after him. Naturally, as he stood there before the Palace, his temperament flowed out naturally and induced the crowd into silence.
