On the high platform in front of the Sword Pavilion of the Taiheng Sect, there are ten chairs arranged on both sides.
These are prepared for the leaders of the two alliances, three halls, five sects, and one villa attending the meeting.
At this moment, Lan Shuyi is sitting upright on the chair designated for Ding'an Hall.
He sits with a composed demeanor, his eyes cold with a hint of chill.
Suddenly, a figure passes in front of him, stepping on his foot painfully. His stern face breaks for a moment.
Unable to resist grinding his teeth, he looks up at Ye Wanqiu:
"You did that on purpose!"
Ye Wanqiu exclaims with a playful "Oops!":
"I didn't notice someone was sitting here, sorry, sorry."
Her words carry no genuine apology.
Lan Shuyi's face turns dark, angry but unable to retort.
Ye Wanqiu snorts, sitting down on another chair beside Lan Shuyi.
She glances over the eleven chairs, noticing several are empty.
The two alliances sent no one, leaving two chairs vacant.
