A long time passed, but no one dared take the stage.

Finally, Su Yi waited no longer. Hands behind his back, he walked offstage.

The crowd’s gaze followed him, their expressions stunned, bewildered, or dazed….

This was a vivid microcosm of the countless facets of human life. 

“Master Su, please take a seat!” Fu Shan took the initiative to welcome him, a respectful look on his face.

“So the empty seat beside Fu Shan was reserved for Su Yi!” One of the major powers suddenly realized what was happening. Everything made sense now.

The others then understood too, but this only made their expressions even more complicated.

It was just an empty chair, but from it, it was clear just how highly Fu Shan valued Su Yi.

“No need. This matter has been resolved, so I’ll be on my way.” Su Yi shook his head and refused.

He’d never liked this type of noisy, crowded atmosphere anyway.

Fu Shan dared not attempt to persuade him. Instead, he ordered, “Attendants, escort Master Su back.”

“City Lord Fu, please, allow me.” Huang Qianjun was nearby. He shot to his feet and immediately walked over.

Nie Teng hesitated, then did the same.

When he saw this, Nie Beihu felt deeply gratified.

His son had always been prideful, but this...