In their eyes, how could someone as fairy-like as Su Qingwan come out to admire the moon with a running dog like Zhao Feng, and even pull out a chair for him?
Out of deference to Su Qingwan's standing, they dared not make a scene.
But every one of them looked displeased. Xiao Fan's face, in particular, darkened at once.
Just then, another group came up the stairs. Dressed in close-fitting martial attire, they were all martial artists.
Zhao Feng looked up and spotted two familiar faces among them.
They were Qin Guanyue and Xie Yungui, fellow candidates from his year's Martial Examination in Qingzhou.
He did not recognize the others.
"Oh, Fairy Su, Brother Zhao?" Xie Yungui and Qin Guanyue noticed Su Qingwan and Zhao Feng and came over to exchange greetings.
"Fairy Su?" The other martial artists hurried over to greet her as well.
"This is Young Master Ye Wuya of the Ye Lineage," Xie Yungui said, introducing the handsome, imposing man at the center of their group.
"The Ye Lineage?" Zhao Feng had heard a little about them. They were a thousand-year-old lineage that had stood firm from the Former Dynasty to the present. Even the Son of Heaven had to treat them courteously.
"Fairy Su, it's been a long time." Ye Wuya cupped his hands toward Su Qingwan.
"Young Master Ye, I trust you've been well." Su Qingwan nodded. Clearly, the two knew each other.
Ye Wuya's gaze swept over Zhao Feng, who sat beside her.
"This is Zhao Feng, first on Qingzhou's A List," Xie Yungui introduced him.
"So you're Brother Zhao."
"Brother Ye." Zhao Feng and Ye Wuya exchanged cupped-hand greetings.
At the name Zhao Feng, the martial artists' eyes lit up.
"The Zhao Feng who led a hundred thousand civilians across the river