The black-clad individual appeared polite on the surface, yet his tone carried an indescribable arrogance. After all, everyone around the Sect Hierarch inherently possessed a sense of superiority.
The black-clad person glanced at the several people lying on the ground and paid them no mind. In such a place, within this kind of organization, fighting was nothing out of the ordinary, and from their position on the floor, it was clear they were simply inferior in skill.
Just as the black-clad person was about to leave, he noticed there were still a few people sitting on the sofa. Two were seated, while another two lay there as if they had fainted.
"Why aren't you joining in?" the black-clad man said brusquely.
"I'm waiting for these two," He Jiang replied politely.
It was then that the black-clad individual took a closer look at Xiang Yu and his companion, noticing their even breathing and serene expressions. They weren't unconscious – they were asleep.