It was nearing noon.
Although no meal had been served in the manor yet, lunchtime was not far off.
Moreover, these people were no ordinary individuals.
They had rushed here all the way. They might have rested passably last night, but they definitely had not eaten anything good all morning.
That was what he thought.
But how could he know that Qin Shaofeng and the others had not rested well at all last night?
Even Zhao Qi, who had been waiting in comfort, had been exhausted to the extreme after last night's battle and up until now.
At their level of martial cultivation, one meal truly did not amount to much.
Fan Shengxin said, "You needn't wait on us here. If Old Chen returns, have him come see me. Go back to your duties."
"Yes, Star Lord."
Seeing that his flattery had landed on a horse's leg, the man hurriedly withdrew.
Damn it!
When Qin Shaofeng saw him directly dismiss the man, he immediately cried out, "Old Fan, what are you doing? It seems we don't even know where we're staying. How could you wave him away?"
Qin Shaofeng was truly possessed by the spirit of an actor now.
So what if they had come to the Seven Stars Sect's residence?
There were no supreme powerhouses guarding this place. The people truly tailing them would not give up watching them merely because they had arrived at their lodgings.
That one "Old Fan" nearly made Fan Shengxin spit blood.
"This is Seven Stars Sect territory. It isn't my first or second time here. If I still needed someone to lead me to my quarters, I might as well never leave the sect at all." Fan Shengxin shot him an irritated glance.
"Then hurry up and lead the way!"
Qin Shaofeng glared