The eight of them sat around a table, and the atmosphere was somewhat strained. Zhu Zhuqing still wore a cold expression, ignoring Dai Mubai whenever he spoke to her, leaving him thoroughly embarrassed. Meanwhile, Bibi Han chatted with Oscar, Tang San talked with Xiao Wu, and after Ning Rongrong's witch-like temper had erupted yesterday, no one spoke to her.
The restaurant was already sixty or seventy percent full when a group suddenly entered from outside. Like Tang San's group, there were eight of them.
At the head was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. He was fairly handsome, with meticulously groomed, glossy hair. His moon-white Soul Master robe was exquisitely tailored, embroidered with silver thread patterns that shimmered as he moved.
Behind the middle-aged man followed seven youths—six men and one woman—who all appeared to be around twenty years old. They wore the same moon-white Soul Master robes, though without the silver-thread embroidery of the man in front. However, both the middle-aged man and the seven youths behind him bore a green circular emblem on their left shoulders. Within the circle were two embroidered characters of the same color: Canghui.
Sigh... so what was bound to come really couldn't be avoided? Bibi Han sighed inwardly.
However, after Blue Sunshine Academy, three more people entered. At their head was a middle-aged man with an imposing, naturally authoritative presence, followed by a young man and woman.
The young man was of average build and ordinary appearance, but his eyes gleamed with fiery light. His shoulders were broad, and the crimson clothes he wore made his not particularly handsome face seem extraordinarily imposing.
The young woman was stunningly beautiful. Her golden-red outfit fit her perfectly, and paired with her dark-red hair, she herself was like a flame capable of