The meeting was set at an upscale hotel in the city center.
Traffic flowed endlessly around it, and right next door stood the newly built "An Nan's General Store," guaranteeing plenty of foot traffic.
The precise meeting place was neither a private room on the second floor nor the meeting room on the third, but the bustling tea lounge on the first floor.
Was this a welcome? Obviously not entirely.
"Gentlemen, it has been a long time. A day apart feels like three autumns."
In a corner of the bustling hall, two Rule-level big shots sat facing each other.
Yet after staring at each other and exchanging a few simple pleasantries, they both fell into an awkward silence, unsure of what to say.
Miss each other? That was complete nonsense. The peculiar nature of the Blood Feast path meant its members were always wary of one another.
But perhaps people made up for what they lacked. Everyone needed helpers, and lonely hearts often needed companionship.
Within the Blood Feast, the bond between master and disciple was practically that of father and son. They were family as well as partners, and such ties were usually exceptionally solid.
Yet the organization's old "iron rule" had been broken by the man before them. Given Zhao Yan's universally detested reputation, if he had not possessed Rule-level strength, the core members would have kicked him as far away as possible long ago.
Sun Yi's disciple, Su Xingying, sat nearby, cautiously watching the surroundings. She made no effort to hide her vigilance and distrust toward a certain person.
The three sat together, staring at each other in silence for a long while.
The bustling reality around them only made them more agitated. The Featherfolk looked at them as though they were monkeys, occasionally pointing and whispering,