"Brother Yao, don't be too upset. Feelings are something that come naturally. If fate has not arrived, no amount of effort can obtain them." Xiao Yan patted the somewhat absent-minded Yao Han and comforted him.
"Brother Xiao Yan... treat her well!" Yao Han nodded woodenly and said dryly.
Xiao Yan smiled and patted his chest, declaring with complete confidence, "Don't worry. Doesn't Brother Han trust my character?"
Yao Han gave a bitter smile, his countless regrets turning into a sigh. "Fine, you win..." He then walked toward the first floor of the Main Pavilion in a daze.
Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly and followed after him.
On the way back, neither of them spoke, each occupied with his own thoughts. But this atmosphere was soon broken by a crowd gathered somewhere on the first floor.
"What's going on?" Xiao Yan frowned slightly and glanced at the registration area in the distance. "Even if people have to line up to register, they shouldn't be gathering here..."
Yao Han spotted the vague figures of Yao Family guards amid the crowd. His already gloomy expression turned even colder as he quickly walked over.
At the center of the watching crowd stood seven figures. On one side were four people led by the Blue-robed youth. On the other, Xiahou Wenxin, dressed in red, stood protectively before the pink-haired girl and Purple-haired girl child, confronting the four. Several Yao Family guards standing nearby exchanged helpless looks.
"Mo Meng! Don't think you can do whatever you please just because you're the Young Sect Master of Bei Ming Sect! This is Yao Family territory! Even if they can't handle you, do you believe I'll tell my grandfather?" Xiahou Wenxin pointed at the Blue-robed youth, her pretty face flushed crimson with anger as she shouted.
"Hehe, Little