Han Yingtai glanced at the time and then hurried into the resting room, reporting, "Madam, he might not dare to come."
A cold light burst from Yang Li's eyes as she said with certainty, "No, he will definitely come!"
In the past, she had misjudged Zhou Yuan, but now, she had completely recognized him for who he was.
This man, seemingly weak and spineless on the surface, in fact, possessed a resilience stronger than anyone else's, and she was determined to break Zhou Yuan's extraordinary tenacity.
"Yes!"
In Han Yingtai's heart, there was also a burning rage, and frankly, he naturally hoped to defeat Zhou Yuan and reclaim his lost dignity.
Therefore, he was more willing to wait than anyone else.
"He hasn't arrived yet?"
"It's almost eleven o'clock!"
"What's going on!"
"..."
Another hour passed, and everyone present had become increasingly anxious.
They didn't understand why the representative from Xuan Yi Sect insisted on making them wait—why not simply disqualify them?