Translator: Aran

  The next moment, Gao Han had returned.

  Behind him was a team of around thirty Light soldiers, all clad in silver armour, escorting more than ten people to the seats outside the banquet. Being surrounded by the armoured Light soldiers, the prisoner-like people were staring at the important figures at the banquet with a terrified look.

  The more than ten figures looked incredibly miserable.

  Among them, there was a youngster who looked around twenty..