After the voice fell, the atmosphere in Shuaixing Hall suddenly quieted down.
Sima Duyi was about to speak when he swallowed his words back, the corners of his mouth slowly flattening, the smile disappearing without a trace as he looked up.
Before the disciples of Shuaixing Hall had time to hide their disappointment, they were all taken aback, not daring to believe what they were seeing as they turned towards the lectern.
Li Xueyou's almond eyes widened, suspecting she had heard wrong, as she suddenly turned back to look at the person.
Zhao Rong, with his sleeves rolled up and a tall and straight posture, stood quietly at one side of the lectern near the door.
He calmly looked at everyone below, meeting gaze after gaze that landed on him.
His eyes were undisturbed by even a ripple.
For the others, Zhao Rong's gaze under his thick brows was quick and fleeting; his eyes lingered only on the Reading Seed whose name echoed through Linlu.
