In fact.
Among the thirty thousand people present.
Quite a few have had conflicts with the Apocalypse Guild.
Whether in reality or during trials.
But when Yi Lin made his entrance in such a low-key yet luxurious manner.
No matter if they had opinions, were arguing, or were just bystanders, everyone quieted down in an instant.
The entire venue was silent.
It was as if this man in the black magician's robe carried a strange magic.
No matter how calm, kind, or gentle his expression was, in one glance, he could frighten people into not daring to act rashly.
Truly worthy of being the President of the Apocalypse Guild!
That fierce and malevolent man!
Some people, after recovering their senses, felt both shocked and fearful in their hearts.
Yi Lin's calm gaze swept across the crowd.
Thirty thousand, a full thirty thousand.
Standing on the ten-meter-high podium, looking at one unfamiliar face after another, he suddenly felt like he was at a concert.
