Everyone in the grand hall abruptly turned their heads to look at the entrance, where a solitary figure stood erect.
Although he was alone and seemingly outnumbered, he exuded an inexplicable aura of grandeur.
There he stood at the entrance of the grand hall, proud and unyielding.
Fang Yi had arrived.
Standing at the doorway, Fang Yi's spine was straight, defiant and undaunted, and even as a myriad of complex and varying gazes fell upon him, he did not show the slightest hint of being moved.
Fang Yi's expression was as cold as ice, with a murderous look in his eyes, and suddenly, a subtle curve appeared on his frosty lips, as if he were smiling.
Then, Fang Yi lifted his foot and crossed the threshold, stepping into the grand hall.
