As soon as Chen Shi'an, Qianshan Xue, and the other three approached the thatched shelter, the people inside immediately turned their gazes toward them.
At the same time, a lame old man who appeared to be the racetrack's caretaker emerged from beside the shelter. He handed each of the five a small folding stool and gestured for them to find their own places inside.
Chen Shi'an looked around, searching for a suitable spot.
Wan He, however, pulled Zhu Fenglang along and strode toward the shelter's right-hand corner.
Three people were sitting there, one woman and two men.
The woman was around twenty-four or twenty-five, with red lips, a pert nose, and considerable beauty. Her figure was even more striking, tall and alluring, clad in thin, skimpy leather armor. Her chest swelled as though about to burst through the leather, while her slender waist, fair, tender, and taut, was exposed to breathe the free air, making it particularly eye-catching.
She was none other than Gu Qingyao of Flowing Stone Stronghold.
Of the two men beside Gu Qingyao, one was slightly hunched, while the other was powerfully built, his muscles knotted. They were Liu Yang and Mu Tiezhu.
These three could be considered old acquaintances of Chen Shi'an's.
When Chen Shi'an spotted Gu Qingyao and the other two, she also looked their way. Her gaze swept over Qianshan Xue and Xiang Li in turn before finally settling on Chen Shi'an.
He did not know whether it was his imagination, but Chen Shi'an distinctly saw the corners of Gu Qingyao's lips lift slightly.
"There are seats over there. Let's go."
Qianshan Xue spoke softly, then carried her folding stool toward the left side of the shelter.
Clearly, she was deliberately avoiding the people from Flowing Stone Stronghold.
After all, the battle at West