"How did he get in?"
"I don't recall seeing him on the special invitation list of the Baoyuan Sect?"
"Brother Yang is here!"
Early in the morning, the Immortal Tea Gathering hadn't started yet. Upon hearing the news, Yang Guan rushed over in a hurry, followed by Zhao Yunyan and several high-ranking members of the Baoyuan Sect.
As he approached the arena, Yang Guan slowed his pace, looking at the kneeling figure, feeling increasingly irritated.
The weather hadn't been good these last few days, and that could be overlooked. But how could unexpected troubles arise even before today's tea gathering had begun?
Even with these thoughts, Yang Guan still managed a smile, speaking warmly as he walked up the steps: "Elder Wang, if there's anything you need, you can come directly to me, no need to kneel here..."
"Stay where you are!" Elder Wang suddenly shouted, pointing at Yang Guan. His voice, filled with rage, caused whispers to quickly spread in the rain-soaked surroundings.
