Underestimating the opponent while overestimating oneself, it was only natural that Murong Ji had the courage to attend this "Feast at Hongmen" tonight.
"Young Master, look." Not long after the two had disembarked, the sharp-eyed Liu Ming caught a glimpse of a faint light emerging from inside the restaurant.
Before long, a person, around twenty years old, with four eyebrows, dressed in loose clothing, holding a lantern, slowly descended the stairs from inside the restaurant, then crossed the main hall to arrive at the entrance.
"Heh heh heh..." As Sun Yixie saw more than twenty people standing outside, and himself alone, he still didn't show the slightest panic. With a smile on his face, he approached the two by the carriage, tucked the lantern under his armpit, and with a cupped-hand salute, he cheerfully asked the younger one, "May I ask if this gentleman is Mr. Murong?"
