A reserved empty room in the hotel.
Closing the door, shutting out the sounds from the outside.
All four pairs of eyes focused on Fang Qingyu.
Chu Kuanglan, the most impatient, couldn't help but ask, "God Fang, how is it? Did you get those bastards to talk? Who's behind it?"
Fang Qingyu pulled up a chair and sat down, his brow furrowed, not answering directly but instead looking at Wei Banmeng, asking, "Do you know the Ji Family?"
"The Ji Family?"
Everyone was taken aback.
The surname isn't particularly rare in the Federation.
Wei Banmeng pondered for a moment, her eyebrows slightly knitted, "Are you referring to the Ji Family in Lingqiu City, an ancient family of Divine Cultists?"
"I've heard they had someone above Tier Four in their ancestry but they are extremely low-key, hardly ever venturing outside, and it's been peaceful over in Lingqiu City."
Fang Qingyu shook his head slowly, "Not a Divine Cultist family. It's a Martial Arts family."
"A Martial Arts family?"
