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The dart stuck in the table didn't elicit much reaction from Ying Tian and the others. It was just a dart; it couldn't kill anyone.
After changing to a new pair of chopsticks, Ye Xuan continued eating.
Just like that, the four of them spent about half an hour finishing the food on the table.
After eating, Meng Weijia cleaned up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them. Ying Tian, on the other hand, took a cloth and wiped the table clean.
As for Elder Lan, he pulled out the dart from the table and opened the letter.
"Junior brother, someone is inviting you to the Martial Arts Tournament. Are you going?"
Elder Lan chuckled a few times with a wry smile. No wonder they used such an old-fashioned method to deliver the letter; it was to invite Ye Xuan to the Martial Arts Tournament.
"No."
Lying on the sofa, Ye Xuan couldn't even be bothered to respond to such questions and answered indifferently.
"But you might be interested in the signature."
