Just like before, the Great Hall was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
The sound of some Family Disciples swallowing saliva could be heard.
The waiter who had been attending Huang Xiaolong looked over and saw that many Family Disciples were drooling from the corners of their mouths without even knowing.
And Zhuo Buzhi, who had previously mocked Huang Xiaolong with cold sarcasm, now stared at the mountain of Xuanwu Coins with lascivious greed in his eyes. He walked up involuntarily, picked up one of the Xuanwu Coins and said, "This isn't an illusion?!"
It wasn't an illusion!
The Family Disciples who had suspected it might be an illusion could not help but dismiss the thought.
All of them watched the mountain of Xuanwu Coins with shocked expressions, gaping at Huang Xiaolong in disbelief.
What sort of evil was this black-haired young man? This was the first thought that came to the minds of everyone who had come around.
