A few people chatted away about everything under the sun, and Li Yan's glass at his side emptied several times. The topics on the table kept coming back to him, and Li Yan was always laughing.
Not to say that Li Yan stood out above the rest among the four people, quite the contrary, of the four, Li Yan was the one who worried people the most.
At twenty-five, apart from the family estate and a few mu of thin fields back home, he had nothing. How much was the reputation he had earned in his earlier years, with his fine clothes and spirited horses, really worth? The whole martial arts circle was unstable.
Li Yan knew some of those powerful figures with deep roots in the country, even had close relationships with a few. Wealth and fame? They seemed within reach.
