The people from the Pure Yang Sect were the last to arrive at the venue of the Seven Mansions Feast today.
'Hmm? We're not late, are we? We usually arrive at this time…' Duan Ling Tian wondered inwardly.
The others did not seem surprised or puzzled.
Zhen Ping Fan said to Ye Chen Feng, "Junior Uncle Ye, didn't I say you should bring us here earlier? You didn't believe me. I knew everyone was going to come early…"
"In any case, we're not late," Ye Chen Feng said with a slight smile.
Zhen Ping Fan said helplessly, "You're right. However, if we arrive earlier, the fights will start sooner as well."
Ye Chen Feng shook his head and said, "It doesn't make that big of a difference. There's no hurry. The fights will last the entire day whether we come early or not."
Upon hearing these words, Zhen Ping Fan no longer had anything to say.
