Striking fear into her heart, Concubine Tao unconsciously adopted a defensive posture, while at this moment, Shen Wan's cold words reached her ears:
"Concubine Tao, the trading convention is still ongoing. Please escort the unrelated people out, and by the way, have someone clean up this place."
Shen Wan's words were also extremely audacious, practically ignoring the two Longevity True Persons of Eight Sceneries Palace and the Sword Discussion Pavilion. Or perhaps the earth-shaking events that had just taken place were nothing more than a minor verbal dispute—such might be the case for Ghost Hater and the others, but for Shen Wan, how could it ever be so simple?
For a moment, everyone in the room directed their gazes at her. Shen Wan's face was devoid of even a half-touch of color, yet her expression was as calm as still water. After manipulating the formation a few times to confirm it was completely ruined, she turned toward Ghost Hater, actually revealing a faint smile:
"Apologies, but given the current situation, it seems we must invite the distinguished guest to head directly to the main site."
Ghost Hater was also surprised, his gaze shifting over her person. Yet he saw that this female shopkeeper—who from top to bottom was poised and untroubled to the point of flawlessness—was using him as a barrier to block other lines of sight. Although her expression remained unchanged, the gaze she cast carried a concentration and stiffness that even she herself might not have been aware of.
This so-called stiffness was precisely the manifestation of excessive tension; it was easy to see that she was trying her utmost to probe every single detail on this side. Any minute micro-expression change from Ghost Hater would cause her to tremble involuntarily—right at the tip of her heart!
Thus,