The final words drifted across the banquet hall before slowly fading into silence.
For a brief moment, no one spoke.
The orthodox disciples seated throughout the hall narrowed their eyes, while many of the younger cultivators quietly shifted their hands toward the hilts of their weapons. Everyone recognized the Blood-Fiend disciple's intention. This was no casual taunt. It was a deliberate probe, designed to force Ye Jun into revealing either his temperament or a portion of his true strength before the banquet had even begun.
Since it was a matter concerning the younger generation, and no one had crossed the line, the elders saw no reason to interfere. Such matters were left for the younger generation to resolve.
Song Liangxue's expression remained unchanged.
She neither glanced toward the crimson-robed youth nor showed the slightest intention of responding. Her trust in Ye Jun was absolute. A mere disciple from Blood-Fiend Valley was hardly worth her concern.
