The people from the Thousand Snow Pavilion did not completely surround the teahouse.
They revealed themselves, quickly forming two rows outside the teahouse.
A creaking sound arose. Long Qingzhi looked up to see a frail, pale young master sitting in a strange chair.
The chair didn't have legs, but two wheels beneath it.
An old man with graying hair pushed the chair from behind, bringing the frail young master before Fang Shuwen.
The frail young master's pale complexion seemed as if it could not withstand the ravages of the cold wind.
He cupped his fists, but coughed before he could speak.
Then, his face slightly flushed, he said:
"My… my apologies…"
"I am Ting Feng. It is an honor to meet Hero Fang."
Fang Shuwen held his cup of hot tea, not looking at Young Master Tingfeng, seemingly having not heard him.
The other people inside the teahouse, however, exchanged glances.
Someone couldn't help but whisper:
