The people of the Duanmu Family left without a trace.
They didn't play it smart by leaving behind spies to watch Yang Fei and Xu Jian's movements, avoiding any clumsy actions that might provoke their anger.
With a casual push, Xu Jian brought Duanmu Cheng back into Ten Miles Pavilion.
The tea that was brewing was still bubbling away, but it was a pity that Duanmu Cheng was too arrogant, having only one teacup.
The three of them sat in the pavilion, and Yang Fei looked at Duanmu Cheng and said, "My name is Yang Fei."
Duanmu Cheng was startled, then his pupils suddenly shrank, "Yang Fei? Are you from the secular world?"
Yang Fei snorted, "You keep referring to the outside world as the secular world, does that mean you consider yourselves superior? May I ask if this is a place where immortals reside?"