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The meeting hall, with its grand and solemn decor, began to buzz with activity as the chatter of conversation rose and fell. The number of attendees was nearing two hundred.
The twenty-some people seated on the dais each had an unadorned white sheet of paper in front of them. Whenever someone entered the meeting hall, a new symbol would appear on the paper, representing their proxy or the highest level of their "Awakening Degree" and Yan Fu Heritage. Zhao Jianzhong, who had been staring pensively at the list, suddenly twitched his eyebrow and unconsciously lifted his head.
Zhan Yuejin noticed Zhao Jianzhong's reaction and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhao Jianzhong frowned slightly with dissatisfaction, "It's getting out of hand, there could be casualties."
A barely perceptible tremor ran through the meeting hall, and the assembled guests immediately fell silent and alert, all looking up.