The restaurant's room opened, and the sandalwood smoke from the incense burner lingered inside. Ye Jingcheng's figure, at this moment, seemed even more inscrutable due to the swirling sandalwood smoke.
Jiang Jinghe glanced once, and immediately felt an overwhelming pressure in his heart, quickly averting his gaze.
The table had no Spiritual Cuisine, only a pot of Spirit Tea, and the Spirit Tea was Spring Tea.
This made Jiang Jinghe's expression freeze involuntarily, but soon, the expression disappeared without a trace:
"Ye Daoist, may I speak to you?"
"Of course, we must listen. Master Jiang, please sit. The Ye Family must also follow the situation in Taihang Market!" Ye Jingcheng cordially invited.
He then activated an Array to envelop the entire room.
"Ye Daoist, coming out now is unwise!" Jiang Jinghe sighed deeply.
