In an instant, Sun Shihai, Zhou Daoren, and Wei Qianshan all shot to their feet.
"That won't be necessary!"
The newcomer was none other than Zhao Wenxiang, the ancestor of the Zhao Family from Piaomiao Mountain Villa.
He waved a hand, and the guards behind him suddenly shut the doors to the main hall.
The atmosphere instantly grew tense.
"Elder Zhao, what is the meaning of this?" Sun Shihai felt a headache coming on.
'It's been ages since Zhao Wenxiang meddled in worldly affairs. What could his sudden appearance mean?'
"Elder Zhao, please, have a seat," Zhou Daoren said, his face wreathed in smiles.
Wei Qianshan went so far as to pull out a chair. "Elder Zhao, please sit."
"You three have a feud with him?" Zhao Wenxiang's gaze slowly fell upon Jiang Xinghai at the adjacent table.
"Yes, that's right! Don't tell me you have a feud with him as well, Elder Zhao?" Sun Shihai's eyes lit up with delight.
