"Young Master Hong, the Martial Arts Tea Party is about to begin. Please follow me inside!"
The young woman glanced helplessly at Tang Sheng, who was lying like a corpse in the distance, and spoke to Hong Yu with vexation.
From her resentful gaze, it was clear that Hong Yu's merciless, near-crippling defeat of Tang Sheng had put her in a very awkward position.
Hong Yu awkwardly rubbed his nose. After a moment's thought, he finally found an excuse: "He was asking for it!"
"…"
The young woman rolled her eyes.
Following her lead, Hong Yu entered the Void Spirit Pavilion and was shown to one of the private rooms.
The young woman smiled. "Young Master Hong, the Martial Arts Tea Party will officially begin in about ten minutes. Please rest here for a while!"
"Thank you."
Hong Yu cupped his hands at her.
He couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety. He was about to meet Zhu Ling'Er, which meant he would finally be able to find Little Chenxi.
How could he not be nervous?
