Zhang Xiaofan followed a member of the Shui Family to the Shui Family hall.
At that moment, many people were sitting in the Shui Family hall, as if they had been waiting for his arrival.
Or perhaps they had known that he would come here today.
With a glance, Zhang Xiaofan walked in.
The hall was very quiet, with an atmosphere that was both tense and eerie.
Seated at the very front of the hall was the head of the Shui Family, Shui Wujia.
And flanking her were several important members of the Shui Family.
However, Wang Fang was nowhere to be seen.
The moment he stepped into the hall, over a dozen cold stares fixed upon Zhang Xiaofan.
It was as if they were looking at an enemy.
Quite strange.
Moreover, each of these people was a martial artist.
The aura they emitted was palpable and freely flowing.
It added tremendous pressure to an already tense atmosphere in the hall.
Of course, this had no effect on Zhang Xiaofan.
