The martial artist led the way, and Wang Anfeng followed behind, heading towards a pavilion.
The crowd that remained behind exchanged glances, among them a man whose eyes hid a peculiar light. With a faint smile, he said, "Since His Highness is here, it's normal for Mr. Lin to be present as well. However, I wonder why they would send someone to invite young master Wang."
"Moreover, considering the look of things..."
He didn't continue, but everyone understood his implication.
Based on the look of the martial artist just now, he seemed to bear ill intentions.
Then another noble's daughter laughed and said:
"But hasn't Mr. Lin always been in Heaven Capital City? I've never seen him hide his talents before."
"I wonder why this is happening?"
