No one spoke.
The youthful experts were all very reserved.
"Little Buddha" Lei Tingchan closed her eyes. Slowly, she fingered the lamb jade beads in her hand; "Double Wind and Thunder" seemed to be saying something under their breaths. Xia Nichang rolled his eyes; Feng Xingyue was silent and did not speak a word. He looked quietly at the surface of the table, as if he were looking at the world's most beautiful scenery or woman; Dependent Arising's disciple and saintess were waiting quietly as well, their eyes closed. The Yun Xing saint sat on the stool. He was of a dwarfish stature and his pair of stubby legs swung lightly to and fro, humming an unknown tune with his lips. His serene expression made it hard for anyone to associate him with that Butcher who had grown so used to killing
