Fang Zhenwu carried no so-called aura of dominance, but he possessed a quality that silenced others.
He appeared calm, almost sickly, but when he clasped his hands together and spoke a phrase that only Gao Guang could understand in the venue, the noisy crowd suddenly seemed as if their mouths were clamped shut.
The place that had been bustling with noise instantly fell deathly silent.
The scene was bizarre, yet Gao Guang suddenly felt a surge of passion rising to his forehead.
A true master simply needed to take a stand to command silence.
But an even stranger event ensued. Ice Man saw Fang Zhenwu, waited for him to walk to the center of the arena, clasp his fists in greeting, and after about three seconds of silence, he also returned the gesture with clasped fists.
"In Huaxia, Welsh George Lewis, I ask for your guidance."
After clasping his fists in greeting, Ice Man also bowed deeply.