These eight senior officials, like heavenly gods, overlooked the crowd below.
The captivating radiance from their pupils seemed to force people to kneel before them!
Finally, the eight high-level figures appeared.
Ethan Smith, who was in the Great Hall, naturally felt these unusual auras.
"It's those eight mighty realm cultivators..." Daphne Green's voice trembled slightly.
"What's there to be afraid of? At worst, we die!" Frederick Cohen said coldly.
Aside from Frederick, no one else spoke.
It was evident that they did not want to offend these eight high-ranking officials for Ethan Smith's sake.
Of course, Ethan didn't blame them. No one was unafraid when faced with life or death.
That's why the emotions Frederick expressed were even more precious.
"Whether it's a blessing or a curse, you can't escape it," Ethan Smith put down the teacup in his hand and slowly stood up.
He clearly remembered what those eight high-level figures had said.