"No need for that." Shi Zanxue also smiled, "Charge it to the Tianshan account."
Amidst the conversation, they passed through the garden and entered the main building. After the dim corridor, there was still that familiar small hall.
It was late at night when he pushed open the door, and the small hall was brightly lit by candles.
It was almost identical to the night three days ago when they first met. Twelve distinguished-looking men and women either sat or stood in the hall. Their conversations halted as they all looked at him, with Shi Zanxue smilingly leaning by the door behind him.
This time, however, everyone was armed with swords.
Ying Yuantian and Yang Yifeng stood up, followed by those who were seated.
"Mr. Pei has arrived, please have a seat." Ying Yuantian clasped his fists.
Pei Ye was slightly taken aback, then smiled.
