Meanwhile, Qian Wenhong finally hurried over with his grandchildren.
He had come for the sole purpose of meeting Ye Fei.
Upon inquiring, Qian Wenhong had just found out that the final round of the Qianyuan Grand Competition was to be held directly.
And it was tonight.
"The opponent is Master Wang?"
Qian Mingjie hastened to confirm.
The man gave him an odd look and nodded his head.
Excellent!
A flash of satisfaction crossed Qian Mingjie's eyes.
If that's the case...
Qian Mingjie sneered inwardly, already picturing the scene of Ye Fei dying in the ring.
"Let's go, let's enter,"
said Qian Wenhong, sweeping his hand grandly as he led the two into the venue.
Sitting in the area reserved for members of the Ancient Martial Arts Association, Qian Wenhong looked around, searching for Ye Fei's figure.
"Grandpa, what are you looking for?"
Qian Miaoyu noticed something was off and asked softly.
Waving his hand, Qian Wenhong sighed and said, "It's nothing now."
