A welcome feast that, in the end, couldn't be called a joyous gathering for guests and hosts alike.
However, both sides had a rough idea in mind.
After Mu Qingge and the others left, Bailian and the Giant Spirit's commander remained at Xuan Yue Post House, not leaving.
The three exchanged glances, hiding their slightly stiff smiles, feeling somewhat stifled inside.
Stifled!
Sigh, how could one not feel stifled?
A random attendant from the other party managed to intimidate the three of them, the major figures — if word got out, it would truly be a disgraceful affair.
Commander Xuan Yue smiled wryly, instructed the servants to bring fresh tea, and sat down with the other two.
On the other side, Mu Qingge and her group were walking back to the Dragon Tooth Inn when a shadow caught up with them and whispered to her, "Little Lord, as you expected, Bailian and the Giant Spirit's commander have not left."
Mu Qingge smiled faintly and nodded almost imperceptibly.
