At the same time.
Inside the lounge of the Trading Pavilion.
A sharp middle-aged man sat leisurely at the tea table, sipping tea.
Opposite him was a small and skinny young man, also a staff member of the Trading Pavilion, speaking to the middle-aged man.
"Sir, that's how it is."
A moment later.
The skinny young man finally finished speaking.
"Is there actually someone in Qinghai City that Shen Feiyun fears?"
The middle-aged man looked surprised and then asked, "What do those three look like?"
The skinny young man waved his hand, and as battle intent surged, three ethereal figures condensed.
They were precisely Qin Feiyang and his two companions.
"This..."
The middle-aged man looked at the three figures and immediately fell into a stupor.
The teacup in his hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
"What happened, sir?"
The skinny young man was startled and asked.
"Impossible."
"How could they appear in Qinghai City?"
