Wang Xian smiled but said nothing.
He sat there quietly. Though blind, he remained perfectly composed, as if the commotion in the tower had nothing to do with him—or as if everything was already within his grasp.
Bang!
Just then, a sudden crash rang out in the tower, making the cups and dishes on the tables hum and tremble.
Everyone turned toward the sound and saw a scholar in white robes slam his palm onto the table, sending wine splashing everywhere.
The man had a face like polished jade and delicate features, but his narrow phoenix eyes were now wide with fury. Pointing at Wang Xian, he shouted sharply, "Where did this blind man come from, daring to cause trouble in Heavenly Fragrance Tower?"
His voice was shrill and grating, carrying a faintly effeminate air as it echoed through the entire building.
Wang Xian paused slightly and tilted his head, as though identifying the owner of the voice.
Tang Feng turned to look, his pupils narrowing when his gaze fell upon the white-robed figure.
He withdrew his gaze and quietly said to Wang Xian, "That fellow is a retainer of the Yan Clan. His name is Sikong Yun, known as the Fair-Faced Scholar. He looks like a man of letters, but behind the scenes, he is an expert in poison. Ruthless and vicious, he has quite a reputation in Sunset City."
"Oh..."
At those words, Wang Xian's lips slowly curled upward. Then he laughed, his voice soft but carrying an indescribable hint of amusement. "So he's a poison peddler..."
He deliberately slurred the name "Sikong" so that it sounded like "seller."
"Pfft...!"
Tang Feng sprayed another mouthful of tea at Wang Xian.
This time, Wang Xian failed to turn his head in time, and the tea flew straight at his