None of the people present were fools who acted rashly.
A full hour had passed, and yet everyone remained rooted in place, motionless.
During this time, plenty of discussions were had—but none bore fruit. Every suggestion was either rejected outright or suspected to have ulterior motives behind it.
At this point.
Xu Yeming sat cross-legged on the ground, pulled out a table, some wine, and a batch of sunflower seeds personally prepared by his master.
He crunched on a few seeds, took a leisurely sip of his wine, and watched the group with an air of detachment.
The sound of cracking seeds immediately drew everyone's attention toward "Xu Luo," their expressions filled with exasperation.
What now, you're drinking?
Seeing the gathered crowd pause their discussion to look his way, Xu Yeming waved them off dismissively. "Don't mind me, carry on."
