
A moment later, Ding Yan approached, and tilted his head.
"May I ask your name, Young Master?" He said while laughing loudly.
Before Feng Zun could reply, Chang Ziyan said impatiently, "Lead the way! Can't the bases be later?"
Ding Yan laughed bitterly, rubbed his nose, and smiled apologetically at Feng Zun.
The Nine Floor, Moon Pavilion.
Seven or eight men and women sat in a private room with beautiful decorations.
Judging from their clothes, it is clear that their old origins...