As the organizer of this Martial Arts Tournament, the Green Sword Sect is naturally the local authority in Guiyang. Finding out where Fang Zheng was staying was quite easy. So, after learning about the inn where Fang Zheng resided, the White-Robed Warrior reluctantly headed there and knocked on the guest room door.
"What are you doing here?"
Seeing the White-Robed Warrior before him, Fang Zheng was evidently puzzled. He didn't think the other was here to seek trouble, nor did it seem like a reckoning after the fact—this was indeed interesting.
"Young Master Fang, my master invites you to attend the Bamboo Forest Lake Association...…"
"Your master?"
Upon hearing the White-Robed Warrior speak, Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow.
Could it be like in martial hero novels, where the lesser suffers, and the elder comes to seek justice?
"You've misunderstood, Young Master Fang."
Seeing Fang Zheng's expression, the White-Robed Warrior was startled, hurriedly waving his hands.
