"A flood?"
Tables and chairs clashed, and the few people in the hall sprang to their feet, turning their heads to see Fan Xinglai hurrying along the corridor.
"I'll go open the door!"
Yan Chongwen, who was closer to the door, sprang off his toes, glided across the courtyard, floated past the shadow wall, and lifted the door latch.
Li Libo, hammering on the iron ring, found his hand suddenly empty, lifted his head, and under the brim of his conical hat, a stranger's face appeared, prompting him to retreat a step in caution.
"Who are you!"
"I..."
Just as Yan Chongwen was about to explain, Liang Qu interrupted, "Come in and talk!"
Li Libo didn't hesitate, braving the rain, he rushed through the Hanging Flower Door and into the hall, not even taking the time to remove his straw raincoat, gasping for breath as he explained.