It was eight o'clock in the evening, and the wind was blowing around Nine Dragons Teahouse.
Soon, Bao Xinhe, who had been waiting at the entrance, saw the two of them arrive. He walked over excitedly and stretched out his hand.
"Mr. Ye, you're finally here. The patriarch and his friends are drinking tea inside."
"Have you been here for a long time?"
"We just arrived. This teahouse was opened by a friend of mine. The taste is absolutely authentic.""
"Alright."
Bao Xinhe led Ye Chen into a private room.
There were two sage-like people sitting inside the private room.
One of them looked rather similar to Bao Xinhe, and was the patriarch of the Bao family, Bao Peimin.
As for the other one, judging from his aura, he was also one of the guardians.
As soon as Ye Chen took a step forward, he felt two pairs of eyes staring at him. Furthermore, powerful spiritual pressure swept over his body.
