Time seemed to stretch infinitely at this moment.

Every second felt as long as a year.

Envoy Wang stood to the side, not daring to breathe loudly, cold sweat beading on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and staining the front of his official robe with dark, wet marks.

He opened his mouth, wanting to defend Lin Feng, but looking at Zhao Wenyuan's inscrutable back, all his words got stuck in his throat.