In front of the wooden house, the several Ten Thousand Arts Sect people were stunned upon hearing the wanton frolicking sound from inside the house.
After a long time, Zhan Ziye finally turned his head. "Junior Brother, since you’re an old friend of Wang Lu, then please pass my words to him. Three days later, he better wash his neck clean ‘cause I’m going to slay him!"
Zhao Jiangyuan coldly humphed. "Count me in on that."
Lu Qiancai said, "Me too."
Three livid-looking people left one after another. After hesitating a bit, Ye Feifei soon followed them. Hai Yunfan was left frozen on the spot for a long time before he sighed and knocked on the door.
A moment later, the door was opened from inside by an invisible force. Suddenly, a gush of alcohol-stench air assaulted Hai Yunfan’s face. Inside, he saw Wang Lu and several women sitting around a table. With drunken faces, each of them held several cards that they used to play a game.
