Gui Ziyue scoffed in her heart.
In this Moon City, there was a branch of the White Lotus Sect called Qingmu Hall, and the Hall Master Wan Feiyang was truly a seasoned Heavenly Level master. Although he had always been at the first level of Heavenly Level, his combat experience and ability, which allowed him to hold the position of Hall Master in Qingmu Hall, were by no means ordinary.
Moreover, let's not forget her senior brother Qian was at Half-step Heavenly Level.
Though only at Half-step Heavenly Level, Gui Ziyue was deeply aware of what Half-step Heavenly Level meant for her senior brother. Ordinary first level Heavenly masters were a joke in front of him.
And then there was Lin Ye. Although he was only at the sixth rank of Earth Level, he was sinister and ruthless. This time, it was Lin Ye who gave her the potion for the beauty trap she deployed on Fang Yi.
Oh, and that potion...
Gui Ziyue never understood why, even after Fang Yi drank that bottle of mineral water, there was still no sign of anything unusual happening.
Could it be that the potion only takes effect when he circulates the True Qi within his body?
But no matter what, as long as he consumed that potion, it would mean he had an increased chance of failure. Gui Ziyue did not believe that under so many disadvantageous circumstances, Fang Yi could still cause any turmoil.
Fang Yi glanced at Gui Ziyue, and she seemed to be in a daze. However, Fang Yi was well aware of what was on her mind, and suddenly he found this woman somewhat foolish. This text is hosted at novelꞁire.net
She was so confident, extremely trusting in her senior and second brother, thinking that with their arrival, Fang Yi would be in trouble. Had she forgotten this was Moon City?
In Moon City, Fang Yi was truly not afraid of anyone!
If this was a game to be played, then so be it. Fang Yi was indeed not afraid at all!
Fang Yi drank a few sips of hot tea, feeling that his cold had almost recovered. Although he didn't understand how a Heavenly Level master like him could suddenly catch a cold, the fact that he was almost well was a good sign overall.
Shortly afterward, Di Xiaotong returned.
About half an hour later, Qian'er also came back, but not with large bags; rather, she was unencumbered. Following behind her was a flattering fat man, carrying lots of bags and ingratiating himself with Qian'er. Who else could it be but Song Wuliang?
Besides the two of them, there was also a middle-aged man following behind.
The middle-aged man had his hands behind his back, looking vibrant and with piercing eyes. Naturally possessing an immensely formidable oppressive aura, he made others dare not meet his gaze.
When Di Xiaotong and Gui Ziyue saw the middle-aged man, their faces changed drastically.
"Mao... Mao Protector?!"
Their mouths twitched, faces turning pale, never expecting to encounter one of the White Lotus Sect's protectors here.
In fact, when Mao Yanfeng first appeared before them, they were still fine.
But then Mao Yanfeng walked straight to Fang Yi, and what happened next shocked them even more.
Fang Yi stood up, reached out, and patted Mao Yanfeng's shoulder, saying, "Old Mao, you're here."
The casual "Old Mao" and the shoulder pat left them dumbfounded.
Furthermore, Mao Yanfeng didn't show any sign of anger; instead, he even seemed a bit respectful, which made them feel the world spinning around them.
What... what the hell is going on!
They knew well who Mao Yanfeng was—a protector of the White Lotus Sect, known for his nasty temper and stubbornness, only respecting elders and certain sect leaders, but now he was so respectful to Fang Yi!
They looked at Fang Yi again, trying to see through him, but unfortunately, they couldn't decipher him at all.
"Old Mao, you should recognize those two. Keep them company and chat with them, I'm heading to the kitchen," Fang Yi said, putting on an apron as he walked into the kitchen.