He Song didn't care about the situations outside.
He didn't even care about what had happened.
In the VIP room.
As the tea fragrance gradually spread around.
He Song finally met the people he wanted to see.
After Li Yu left and returned, there were already twenty to thirty people following him.
These dozen or so people were all dressed like scholars, looking like knowledgeable individuals.
He Song's gaze swept over them, and the precautions Meng Guan and Wei Fan had given him when talking about this place flashed in his mind.
He immediately made some requests.
"Those with family clans behind them, leave."
"Those without direct relatives alive, leave."
"Those with cultivation, leave."
In just three short sentences, half of the twenty to thirty people in front of He Song disappeared almost instantly.
Only seven to eight people dressed as scholars remained in place, silently waiting for He Song's next move.
Before coming here.
