"Hey, enemies always meet!"
"There's going to be a good show."
The guard at the door shouted loudly, and all the young martial artists turned to look outside.
The people from Star Commerce arrived with an impressive lineup. A wild lion-tiger as their mount swooped down from the sky, and President Wutian landed arrogantly with three young men.
On Ning Wei's side, a short but very large old man, even fatter than Xiao Pang, was riding a wine gourd, with Ning Wei and Xiao Huan sitting on top.
At this moment, Ning Wei, in a snow-white robe, her black hair dancing in the wind, had the sharpness of a swordsman and the enchanting qualities of a woman, appearing stunningly beautiful under the moonlight, resembling a lofty Moon God.
"Grandpa Pang, so it was him supporting Ning Wei."
"No wonder the people from Star Commerce don't dare to touch her."
The martial artists, upon seeing the fat old man on the wine gourd, nodded and sighed.
"Hmph."
