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. Pavilions dotted the landscape, adding to the picturesque atmosphere. There were no noisy discussions. People felt peaceful here, speaking only in low voices.
Distinguished individuals from around Pingyan City had all gathered. For instance, the Rongxiang Gambling Stone Workshop and some sects 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 can say everything. "He's definitely up to no good showing up here," Ye Fan couldn't help but frown.
Tu Fei stood with a few young men. Each one either looked fierce or exuded a rogue-like menace. They were completely devoid of elegance and, at a glance, resembled bandits.