Chapter 697 That Makes Sense

• Inside the grand hall, silence reigned after Davion and his companions departed. The once-lively atmosphere had been replaced by an air of unease. Everyone sat stiffly, their expressions solemn, yet their eyes kept darting toward Finneas—who, completely unbothered, was casually munching on snacks.
• If word got out, it would be shocking.
• These were no ordinary people gathered here—they were elites, prodigies, powerhouses in their own right. And yet, at this prestigious event, all they could do was sit and watch as Finneas leisurely enjoyed his treats.