State Marshal?
Laughter filled the air as the crowd bustled in the grand hall, each guest eager to glimpse the evening's star. Bai Jingyun, her eyes sparkling with mischief, couldn't contain her amusement. "Haha, of course it's not them. The one I'm talking about is…"
But before Bai Jingyun could reveal the object of her interest, the booming voice of the herald resonated from behind the entrance. "The Seven Profound Martial House's Sam, Mister Sam!"
Startled by the announcement, a wave of curiosity swept through the hall, prompting a sea of faces to turn and direct their attention toward the entrance. The buzz of anticipation swirled through the crowd as guests began to edge closer, like moths drawn to a mesmerizing flame.