Three days later, amid widespread anticipation, the annual martial arts tea party finally arrived.
On that day, the Feng Family estate was swarming with people, ranging from prestigious martial arts families to all sorts of commoners; it was a chaotic mix of characters good and bad.
And the most eye-catching figure at the scene was none other than Xiao Wuhen, ranked third on the list of famed warriors.
Xiao Wuhen, dressed in an elegantly simple white robe, was seated in the most prominent position at the front row, accompanied by a charming red-dressed young girl.
"Brother, you look so cool, everyone is looking at you, everyone is talking about you!" the girl in red said with adoration and laughter.
"Ah, I really didn't want to come to this kind of event, I don't know what got into Yuhe this year, insisting that I come!" Xiao Wuhen said, his tone full of reluctance.
