Yi Zhonghai scanned the crowd with a steady gaze before raising his voice to continue. "Xushu, come forward. And you, Mrs. Jia, come over here as well."
Xushu heard him and stood composed, a faint smile playing on his lips. He walked toward the Eight Immortals table with a light, confident stride. Beside him, Xu Damao’s eyes widened like brass bells, filled with envy and jealousy. He muttered to himself, wishing he could one day see Shazhu humbled and forced to apologize in such a public gathering, though he feared that day was a long way off.
When Xushu stood firmly before the table, Mrs. Jia looked as if her spine had been removed; she hunched over, dragging her feet as she moved toward them with extreme reluctance, each step feeling as heavy as lead. Her face fluctuated between red and white, and she kept her eyes averted, looking as though she wished a hole would open up in the ground for her to crawl into.
Chapter 42