Chapter 1090: Chapter 1090: The Meaning of Bringing Honor to One’s Ancestors

Could it be that Adolf’s old friend is a commoner, and not some big shot?

Everyone’s attention shifted to the back row, but all of them were dumbfounded…

The scene became chaotic, with everyone staring at each other wide-eyed.

Pan Wei’s expression was indecisive, but upon thinking that the old friend of the Godlike’s master was also present, he first felt nervous and then excited.

His artwork was auctioned at a sky-high price of ten billion, and the master’s old friend would definitely have seen this, and it would eventually reach the master’s ears.

“Phew!”

With this thought, Pan Wei became so nervously excited that he almost couldn’t breathe, even feeling a bit suffocated.

“May I ask, sir, where is your old friend? I can help you find them.” Tony, also shocked, could not believe the friend was present.

Adolf smiled meaningfully and said, “I can find my way over myself.”

At this time, everyone was searching for Adolf’s old friend. The younger generation secretly decided to remember Adolf’s old friend, intending to make acquaintances privately. Regardless of his status, being Adolf’s friend meant his status couldn’t be ordinary.

Could it be a reclusive master? Everyone’s attention turned to the older individuals present.

No one was more anxious than Ji Xiaofeng and Ding Wenjun, as they had an extraordinary love for calligraphy and painting. So figures like Adolf existed in their hearts as spiritual pillars.

Since Adolf’s old friend was in the Capital City, they were determined to make an acquaintance no matter what. Their determination surpassed that of most people.

Price was a bit depressed. He was supposed to be the one in the spotlight today, but then Tony showed up unexpectedly, followed by his teacher, and now even Tony’s teacher’s old friend appeared, leaving him without a sense of presence.

“…”

Immediately, everyone became tense, eyes fixed on Adolf without blinking.

Finally, amid everyone’s anticipation, Adolf took a step forward.

“Huh? The front row? Which one of them is the master’s old friend?”

“Surely the most important ones are seated in the front row, it can’t be those lackeys behind us.”

…

Seeing Adolf head towards the front row, everyone subconsciously assumed his old friend was there and started looking among the front-row people.

The front row instantly became lively, with everyone searching among themselves.

However, everyone looked at each other in confusion, more bewildered than the next, completely at a loss.

Finally, amid the tense atmosphere, Adolf arrived at the front row.

But to everyone’s surprise, Adolf didn’t stop, walking straight through the front aisle.

“What’s this?”

Everyone was stunned, as he walked past. Could it be that his old friend wasn’t in the front row?

“Oh, so that’s how it is!”

Everyone suddenly realized, as Adolf walked from the left aisle to the right aisle; in between were seats, and there was no way to cut across. Adolf could only walk around in front.

“On the right!”

Now, everyone was certain of the direction—Adolf’s old friend was on the right, which narrowed the scope considerably, making it easier for everyone to guess.

“Huh? The master hasn’t stopped, is he going to leave?”

Suddenly everyone saw that after reaching the right side, Adolf continued towards the exit without looking at the people on either side.

“Could the master’s friend have already left, and so is the master now leaving directly?”

Everyone became more and more curious, but they no longer searched. In their view, those seated behind couldn’t have much status and didn’t deserve to be Adolf’s friend.

Seeing Adolf about to leave, everyone became increasingly shocked. Could it really be like this?

“Eh? The master stopped!” someone suddenly said.

Immediately, everyone’s pupils shrank violently, holding their breath, not daring to breathe loudly.

Seeing who was seated in that direction, everyone was dumbfounded; could it really be? At this, hearts filled with questions, yet hoping it wasn’t true.

Ding Wenjun and Ji Xiaofeng saw the direction in which Adolf paused, looked at each other, and simultaneously had a thought: could it be that Adolf was talking about…

“Could it be?”

Price and Ji Fengyu also stared intently in that direction, eyes filled with deep disbelief.

Indeed, sitting next to the place where Adolf stopped were none other than Ye Chenfeng and Ji Qiushui.

Adolf walked ahead, followed by Tony and Pan Wei.

Tony didn’t know Ye Chenfeng, but Pan Wei did.

Ye Chenfeng had once said that his paintings weren’t worth even two hundred and fifty, and while Pan Wei wasn’t a petty person, being told that in front of so many people was undoubtedly humiliating.

“Could it be this kid?” This was Pan Wei’s first thought, but he immediately rejected it.

“It absolutely can’t be him. He is narrow-minded, unambitious. He’s no different from those aimless hooligans. It’s impossible for him to be the master’s friend. I’d never believe it,” Pan Wei thought to himself.

“How could it be possible? That kid only has two hundred and fifty bucks on him. I don’t believe the master’s old friend would be him.”

“Exactly, it can’t be that kid. I guess it must be Miss Ji. After all, Miss Ji is a soldier and often carries out missions abroad, knowing such a prominent figure would be normal!”

“So, it’s Miss Ji, what an honor to be friends with such a master!”

“Miss Ji’s parents love calligraphy and painting, and Miss Ji grew up influenced by them; becoming the master’s friend would be fitting.”

“No way it’s that kid, I’d bet my entire estate on it.”

…

After discussion, everyone concluded that Adolf’s old friend must be Ji Qiushui.

“How could it be? I’d say everyone here could be the master’s friend. Everyone except that kid surnamed Ye,” Ji Fengyu remarked, amused, with eyes full of disdain.

“Right, Fengyu is right; anyone could possibly be, except him,” Ji Xiaofeng agreed.

Ding Wenjun and Price also agreed, believing that Ye Chenfeng was completely impossible.

“Qiushui is a friend of the master?”

Ji Xiaofeng, hearing the discussions around him, had eyes shining brightly, almost ready to shout out.

Ding Wenjun was equally excited, with eyes constantly sparkling; if Ji Qiushui was indeed Adolf’s old friend, it would bring immense honor to their family.

“Hello, my old friend.” Adolf greeted in moderately fluent Divine Land language.