As one big name after another from Jiang City's heretical cultivator circles entered the venue, only five minutes remained before the disciple recruitment ceremony began.
Only then did an old man in black martial arts clothes walk in. His gray-white hair was neatly combed, and he was thin and frail. Two attendants in black robes followed behind him, moving stiffly. Even from nearby, one could feel a faint, chilling aura coming from them.
"Our target's here." The moment Yue Wen spotted the old man, he alerted the others.
The old man was the person they had come to collect a debt from today: Gongsun Yan.
It wasn't convenient to make a move at the banquet. They had agreed to wait until it ended, then follow Gongsun Yan and demand what they were owed. For now, they just had to stay put.
"Sector Leader Wang, congratulations."
As soon as Gongsun Yan entered, he walked over to Wang Lu and clasped his hands in greeting.
"Brother Gongsun!" Wang Lu laughed heartily. "Thank you for coming today."
More than one Flame Ghost Hall disciple had come, but Gongsun Yan was the only elder among them, so Wang Lu treated him with great respect. Besides, Gongsun Yan wasn't some fake elder who'd bought a spot just to scam people. He genuinely had mid-Gang Realm cultivation and controlled two Black-Silver Corpse Puppets. He was a formidable fighter in Jiang City's heretical cultivator circles.
Flame Ghost Hall's influence covered all of Tianbei Prefecture. It was far beyond the reach of the small sects in Jiang City, so even heretical cultivators stronger than Gongsun Yan had to show him some respect.
As they exchanged pleasantries, a sudden scream rang out from the crowd. "Ah!"
The heretical cultivators all turned to look.
A pretty waitress had been passing