All eyes immediately turned toward the direction of the voice.
"Ken Middleton!"
Upon seeing him, Egbert Briggs's face visibly darkened.
The rest of the crowd also turned their attention to Ken Middleton, their expressions betraying a trace of solemnity.
*Everyone knew that most of the cultivators who had invaded from North Plain had fallen to Ken Middleton's blade. His bitterness and hatred toward them ran deep.*
*Now that he had arrived, no one could predict what consequences would follow.*
Ken Middleton strode forward and said coldly, "This so-called arrangement might seem to serve the interests of the majority, but in truth, it only benefits a few selfish individuals sitting here."
"Ken Middleton, why did you come so late?" Alf Dillon said with a smile.
Ken Middleton ignored him. Raising his hand, he declared, "I don't agree with your proposal either."
Egbert Briggs said with a grim face, "Ken Middleton, you came late, so you don't even have the right to participate!"