Hou Yucheng, seeing the situation, also waved his hand behind him. Hou Mansion's warriors instantly sheathed their weapons, and the five hundred Zhaoyang Iron Guards armed with crossbows likewise stowed their weapons into their sleeves, causing the glinting cold light under the night sky to disappear in a vast swath.
"The night has grown late. Mr. Hou will not keep you company any longer today. The meals and guest rooms have already been arranged, Hou Fei, you lead the esteemed seniors there!"
Upon hearing these words, anger immediately surged on Chen Yuhe's face. Just as he was about to admonish the other party, Zhao Qingxue cut in before him.
"Young Master Hou holds no grudges for past disputes and still treats us so hospitably, thank you very much!"
Zhao Qingxue's comment made everyone's faces turn somewhat unnatural.
