"..."
The hall fell silent.
"Ah Lan!" Christine's expression suddenly brightened, and she stepped forward immediately, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Ye Wanlan glanced at several familiar faces present and instantly understood what was going on.
It seemed that Christine had seen her "abducted" by Yan Tingfeng, and in her panic, she called everyone she could.
"Sorry, it was my oversight." Ye Wanlan patted Christine on the shoulder, "We're among friends. The performance is over, so there's no need for swords and knives between us."
"Friends?" Christine was taken aback, then turned her gaze to the side.
"Indeed, we're friends." Yan Tingfeng raised his hand, slowly removed his mask, and apologized, "I didn't know the subordinates intercepted Xiao Wan's supplies. They've been reprimanded."
This time, it was Christine who lost her composure.
The illustrious Jidao Sect Leader was this seemingly frail white-haired man?!
