The head of the Zhuo River Merchant Guild, Fu Yinghe, had arrived, and everyone knew there was going to be a spectacle.
"It's him, he was incredibly arrogant in our Ji family's tavern, not only did he beat up our men, but he also took away the woman desired by the King of the Li Lan Star River," a man dressed in brocade pointed at Ning Cheng, hissing to a black-robed cultivator by his side.
"Uncle Bai Sen, you go and capture him, I want to make his life worse than death, and let this ant know the consequences of offending our Ji family," the brocade-clad man all but spat out each word, knowing full well he was no match for Ning Cheng. If he could have beaten Ning Cheng, he might have rushed forward long ago.
