Young Master Jingxuan exuded the demeanor of a gentleman. At this moment, he gazed slightly upwards at a 45-degree angle towards the sky, expecting to hear the praises of the crowd. However, after waiting for a long time, to his surprise, no such admiration came.

He then lowered his head and looked towards the hall, only to find that everyone's eyes were focused on a young man in the corner of the hall.

As soon as Jingxuan's gaze fell on this young man, his pupils contracted sharply. Standing at the doorway, he was a bit far away and could only see half of Xia Chen's profile. But just this half-profile was enough to shake his very soul.

That profile was strikingly handsome!