The lively chatter in the air died down faster than the speed of light. It was so sudden that Zhao Lifei was confused by it. It was as if these people knew something she did not.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion to most of the people. The enormous door was pushed open, accompanied by a gust of winter air in the midst of spring. The room was so quiet that everyone could hear the small yet rough sound of footsteps approaching from not far off. He walked with the confidence of an Emperor towards his rightful throne, his tailored suit hugging his body flawlessly, enhancing his impeccable figure. He looked at no one except his grandfather.
