Yuanfeng Building.
The crowd surged, a black mass encircling Yuanfeng Building layer after layer, with the plaques of Xique Pavilion swaying lightly in the wind.
The main hall was already in disarray, tables and chairs were thrown askew, Wei Wuque picked up a piece of broken porcelain bowl and surveyed the wreckage scattered across Yuanfeng Building.
He patiently waited, his fingers lightly tapping the table.
A fine crack had appeared on the high-grade brown wooden tea table, hinting that his patience wasn't unlimited.
"I didn't expect Yuanfeng Building to receive an honored guest from the Heavenly Family today. Lord Wei's presence—my apologies for the tardy reception."
Huang Jing stepped forward slowly, his complexion as rigid as iron.
If Xique Pavilion's men had surrounded Yuanfeng Building, it proved... they had learned Yuanfeng Building was searching for Miss Chen.
