"Quick, let's go!" Wang Yue snapped back to reality, sensing all kinds of mocking and teasing looks directed at her. She hurriedly grabbed Jiang He and fled.
Jiang He, with an innocent look unfamiliar with worldly matters, seemed slightly pitiable as Wang Yue dragged him away forcefully.
However, in a certain moment, a hint of amusement flashed in Jiang He's eyes.
Upstairs, the entire space resembled a private VIP viewing gallery, where from the front one could see the densely packed seats below. The so-called first-class seats of the Liuyun Sect were merely in the front row, hardly differing from the rest in terms of actual quality.
