The atmosphere on the field is now quite strange, as everyone watches the elder on the stage with varied expressions—delight, excitement, sorrow, greed...
Even the elder's grandson at this moment is no exception, his face filled with longing and anticipation.
In the entire hall, the only ones not engulfed by the anomaly are Zhang Xiaoman and Ye Cang, who has yet to open his eyes.
"What exactly is going on here, could this be hypnosis? But this seems too exaggerated...
And why has everyone else fallen for it, but I'm fine..."
Zhang Xiaoman looks around at the scene, his thoughts whirling rapidly in his mind.
Next to him, Pei Laoliu has already completely lost himself in it.
He has a wide grin on his face, occasionally making clicking noises; if one listens carefully, they can hear faint phrases like "old goose" and "delicious," among other incomprehensible words.