"Go ahead, bring the dishes and wine quickly."
Ximen Feihua retracted the Ancient Bronze Fan and said to the woman in the cheongsam.
"Yes."
The woman in the cheongsam responded respectfully and then left.
"In that case, thank you, Brother Feihua, for your hospitality."
Qin Yang's lips curled into a smile as he put away his Black Gold Card, thinking the Ximen Family would inevitably become his adversary sooner or later, so why not take advantage of them?
"I have yet to inquire your name."
Ximen Feihua shook the Ancient Fan and said.
"My surname is Ni, first name Daye."
Qin Yang's eyes flashed briefly before he smiled and said.
"Ni Daye?"
Ximen Feihua furrowed his brows, pondering silently for a while, but couldn't recall any Ancient Martial Family with the surname "Ni," suspecting it was some insignificant ancient clan.
Beside him, Bi Luoyue's lips held a faint, elusive smile.
"So it's Brother Ni, I've heard much about you."
