Ye Fan didn't want to get entangled with the people from the Qingxia sect. He took Wang Shu and the uneducated youth aside, standing at a distance.
By the lakeside, green trees shaded the area, with pavilions adding to the picturesque atmosphere. There were no noisy discussions; people felt peaceful in their hearts, speaking in low voices.
People of status from around Pingyan City had all gathered here; the Rongxiang Gambling Stone Workshop and some sects, for instance, had powerful experts attending in person.
Ye Fan observed carefully and was surprised to spot the big-mouthed Tu Fei.
*This guy is a blabbermouth who dares to say anything and everything.* "He's definitely up to no good showing up here," Ye Fan couldn't help but frown.
Tu Fei was standing with a few young people. Each one either looked fierce or full of rogue-like menace, completely devoid of elegance, looking just like bandits at a glance.
