The person who entered looked steadfastly at them, feet as if nailed to the doorway, hesitating whether to enter or not.
He saw those people preoccupied with their food and wine. Standing there for a while, these few showed no reaction at all. Given their cultivation, how could they be unaware of someone entering?
Was this a deliberate snub?
The Elixir Peak Master was seething with anger, his impression of Jiang Tang, this pretty boy, dropping even lower. Previously, Jiang Tang was just for polishing shoes and serving fine wine.
He walked in step by step, stood beside them, and looked down upon them from his higher position.
Jiang Tang had long sensed a familiar Qi signature. This person's presence was so familiar because he had used his Divine Sense to probe Yan Weiwei's living room before.
