The words from the Zhao Family members made Fu Lingxiang's slender eyebrows furrow slightly, and she looked at Ye Xiao, who had already gotten out of the car, with some concern.
Fortunately, Ye Xiao seemed as if he hadn't heard those words, smiling as he walked up to her side.
"Scared by this display, you think? Probably never thought that one punch would gather all the scions of Kyoto's eight major families in one place," another person waiting from the Zhao Family commented with a laugh.
These words were spoken to his companion who had spoken earlier, but in reality, they were meant for Ye Xiao.
The Zhao Family, aiming to enter the ranks of the eight major families, wasn't just for anyone to step forward and slap.
Today, they, the Zhao Family, were going to regain their lost face.
As this person spoke, several more cars arrived, parking behind those of the Six Fan Gates, and their passengers slowly alighted.
