Pei Ye was startled, That man? He's back in the building?!
The young man took a subconscious step towards the outside of the arena, at the same time turning his head in search of Yang Yan's figure.
His heart was thrumming with unexpected nerves. People in the arena were slowly dispersing.
"Don't rush, he's not the only one." A voice originated from within him, "There are still three people in the pavilion."
Pei Ye stopped in his tracks, listening to the soundless conversation from within his belly. It looked as if he was nailed to the spot in the quiet arena.
Fortunately, there seemed to be no other pair of eyes here.
"The one-eyed man is still here, no other people in the room," The Black Cat's calm and cold voice relayed over, "Three people entered and didn't sit... they all started to talk."
"The one-eyed man is relaying the decision made earlier in the afternoon."
A moment of silence.
