It's a small world for enemies, indeed!
Dongfang Xun sneered. The very person Ruan Jin wanted him to curse to death turned out to be the bidder who had just caused him such a huge loss.
With this new grudge piled on top of old ones, Xu Lai had truly run into eight generations' worth of bad luck by crossing him.
With chilling murderous intent, Dongfang Xun walked to the head of the table. He pulled out a chair and sat down right between Su Daiyi and Old Jiang Ba. Su Daiyi hesitated for a long time before finally biting her lip and saying, "Daoist Dongfang, this is Mr. Xu's seat. Your seat... is directly opposite."
Seating arrangements mattered, especially in a hierarchy. The more defined the social strata, the more one had to pay attention to such details. Xu Lai was currently the most renowned public figure in the Martial Dao of Jiangnan's thirteen cities and the benefactor who had helped the Su and Jiang Families advance further. As such, he deserved to sit in the seat of honor.
