Internal Strife?
Éditeur: Dragon Boat Translation
The hall became even noisier as discussions and disputes broke out. It was quite lively.
"Silence!"
An angry shout came from the depths of the hall. Like a special bell, it instantly quaked the noisy discussion in the hall, causing the hall to quieten down. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.
From the depths of the hall, six people hurried over.
The young man at the front was wearing a long golden robe with Dragons and Phoenixes painted on it. He had a slender figure and a serious expression on his fair face. A sword hung from his waist.
"Who allows you to talk so freely and speak without thinking?" the person didn't sit on the throne in the main hall. Instead, she walked around the stage to the front of the crowd and berated them.
The scolding voice was loud and clear, but it was a little strange as if this loud voice was deliberately pressed out, echoing in the wide Hall.