This wasn't good. Not good at all.
Wuxie stood in the center of the grand hall, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the situation. The air was thick with tension, and all eyes were on him, but for a moment, he felt like a lone figure amidst a sea of faces. He glanced sideways at Wovi, who sat perched on Minjun's shoulder. The little creature looked as bewildered as Wuxie felt, its wings twitching nervously.
Dan stood next to Minjun, his usual composed demeanor betraying a hint of concern as he watched the scene unfold. Wuxie could feel their gazes burning into him, and the uneasy silence only amplified the confusion in the room.
Wuxie swallowed hard, trying to steady his breathing. What had he walked into? He glanced around the room, noting the stiff postures and hostile stares of the gathered nobles and officials. Everyone was here for a reason, and Wuxie had a sinking feeling that he was the focus of their attention.
