He had known Wei Xiang for several years. Wei was a seasoned martial artist, far stronger than him. If even Wei said that, then the young man was clearly quite powerful—at least, in Wei's eyes, he was stronger than him.
When had such a young, powerful martial artist appeared in Hedong City?
Many people at the banquet who knew one another turned to look.
Qian Yadong stood frozen in place, his face turning pale and then red. He was in an awkward position.
He wanted to back down, but if he really let himself be chased off like this, turning tail in front of everyone, where would that leave his pride? How could he ever face people again?
If he had run into someone more tactful, they would probably have given him an easy way out. Unfortunately, he had run into the young and hot-blooded Chen Shouyi.
When it came to a weakling at the Martial Artist level like this, he had no intention of indulging him.
Chen Shouyi lifted his chin and gave him a disdainful sidelong glance, then turned to Wei Xiang and asked, "When did you get here?"
"Not long ago." Wei Xiang raised his wineglass and glanced at Qian Yadong with a smile.
Feeling the burning gazes all around him, Qian Yadong stood there with a dark expression. The muscles in his face twitched, his expression shifting between light and shadow. That contemptuous look was the fuse that set off his fury.
Fuck you!
"Look out!" Wei Xiang suddenly called. Yet he remained perfectly still, a hint of amusement curling his lips.
Song Tingting, standing beside him, was so frightened that she turned pale and was about to cry out.
But Chen Shouyi didn't need a warning; he had already sensed the movement behind him.
His