Oh my, Lady Murong smells so lovely

Just as the atmosphere grew somewhat tense, a thunderous set of footsteps came from beside the teahouse stairs.

Mixed in were the attendants' attempts to stop them. This was Leisurely Teahouse, after all. This bunch came swarming in like a band of horse bandits, making such a racket—how were they supposed to keep their doors open for business afterward?

"Young Master, please wait!"

"How can you barge into the teahouse? This goes against all reason!"

"Get lost! My young master is reason itself! Believe it or not, we'll have your teahouse shut down tomorrow! Know what's good for you and scram!"

The commotion sounded like some vile servant throwing his weight around by relying on his master's power.

Zhao Wanqing turned back and cried out in alarm, "Oh no, that guy is here again! Young Master Lin, I'm afraid we're in trouble."

"Hehe!"

Lin Heng chuckled softly, calm and unhurried as he patted her hand. "With me here, there is no need to worry."

"Hahaha. 'With you here, there is no need to worry'? Who do you think you are, some great figure? Instead of staying in Western Continent, you dared come to Eastern Continent to strut about like a tyrant?"

A familiar voice rang out from behind him. A smile curled at Lin Heng's lips as he rose to his feet alongside Zhao Wanqing.

Turning around, he looked at the familiar young man in blue robes. The same ice-blue crystal still rested in the center of his forehead.

This was none other than Gongsun Hongshuo of the Gongsun Family, the man who had previously gone to Western Continent to stir up trouble.

"I thought that after being arrested by the local City Lord's Mansion in Western Continent, you would have changed somewhat... Yet seeing you today, you still seem