After entering the house, the atmosphere was quite strange. The food had obviously been reheated and left there again. There wasn’t a single servant in the hall, and only Wan Shaolun stood at the door to tell them to help themselves to some food first.
There was no music and no ambience. It was supposed to be a banquet, but it was as scary as a funeral. Everyone felt strange after entering the hall, and gathered in small groups, whispering among themselves.
Finally a servant entered the hall.
“Hey you, wait!” One middle aged man called after the butler and asked him strangely, “Where are the other servants? Where’s the band? Why is a banquet by the Wans like this?”
The butler’s face was terrifyingly pale. He looked at that man in panic, put down the things in his hand and ran off, ignoring his questions altogether.