'I need to find a chance to swap the items.'
While lost in thought, Yang Qi followed He Yuan to a relatively spacious waiting area.
Five middle-aged men and women were sitting there, talking in low voices.
When they saw He Yuan approaching with Yang Qi, all eyes turned to them.
"Aunt Fang, Uncle Yang, this is Yang Qi, Little Martial Uncle Yang."
He Yuan introduced him in a clear voice.
"So, Junior Brother Yang is here!"
The group broke into smiles and stood up, their attitudes warm and friendly.
Yang Qi gave them a quick glance. They were all between forty and fifty years old. Their clothes weren't flashy, but they carried themselves with a calm and capable air. Their eyes were bright, and it was obvious they were pillars in their respective fields.
He Yuan quickly and quietly introduced them to Yang Qi, and as expected, none of them had simple backgrounds.
