Destined Martial Lord

"I guess it's someone arranged by Zhao Fan. He's been following us for the whole day, so he's going to have a good show tonight."    

    

Shi Yang looked at the few people sitting at the entrance and frowned as he spoke.    

    

"Regardless of them, we should eat and drink. "Waiter, serve me good wine and dishes. Give me one of these dishes as well."    

    

Ye Fan laughed, and directly called over the waiter and started ordering, and then the table was quickly filled up with delicious food, the three of them exchanged cups, and started drinking.    

    

As for the people following them, they also ordered a few dishes and drank them without taking a single sip. Their attention was still focused on the three of them.    

    

Just as the drinking was bustling, a grey robed cultivator carrying a wooden sword walked in, looked around, and then directly walked towards Ye Fan, and sat down at a table beside them.    

    

Ye Fan glanced at the Daoist man, who was wearing a white daoist robe, it seemed like he lived a frugal life. After taking their seats, they did not order any dishes and just sat there expressionlessly. There was a type of aura that prevented strangers from coming near them. Even the waiter walked over with trepidation.    

    

"Dao Lord, you want to order?"    

    

Even though the people from Supreme White House were cultivator s of the Martial Soul stage, they didn't even dare to breathe loudly beside the Dao Lord, and could only ask carefully.    

    

"We'll call you when we get here."    

    

The Daoist did not move. He did not even bat an eyelid as his lips moved.    

    

"Yes, Dao Lord, do as you wish."    

    

The waiter didn't dare to say anything and directly ran over to the shopkeeper and said something. The storekeeper glanced at the Daoist and nodded without saying anything.    

    

Ye Fan looked at the Daoist a few times, but did not look at him anymore. At first, he suspected that the Daoist was from the Black Dragon Guild, but when he saw that the people at the door did not have any reactions, he did not recognize them. In addition to the Daoist's appearance, the attention he garnered was definitely not here to assassinate him.    

    

Therefore, Ye Fan was no longer concerned with the Taoist.    

    

Roughly five minutes later, another group of people entered Tai Bai Tower. The few people at the door all stood up, although they quickly sat back down, Ye Fan knew that they were definitely from Black Dragon Guild.    

    

However, Ye Fan did not expect that the person who came would be Zhao Fan, and actually did not find anyone that he did not know.    

    

After Zhao Fan entered, he walked towards the table where Ye Fan and the rest were at.    

    

"Sect Master Ye, you made me look for trouble."    

    

Before he even entered, Zhao Fan had a face full of smiles, and extended his arms towards Ye Fan.    

    

Ye Fan could not help but the corner of his mouth twitched, Zhao Pang had clearly come here after receiving the news from his subordinates, so if he were to say it now, the people who were following him might have long been seen through.    

    

"It's already so late and you're still looking for me? Could it be that you have something urgent?"    

    

Ye Fan's expression did not change at all, and did not even have the intention to shake hands with Zhao Fan, nor did he mention letting him sit down, making him feel extremely awkward.    

    

If the person sitting here was Chen Changqing, then according to Zhao Fan's temperament from before, he definitely wouldn't be able to endure such a thing. He would definitely slap Chen Changqing a few times on the face.    

    

However, he did not do so today. He still had a smile on his face as he said to Ye Fan: "Sect Master Ye, don't tell me that I cannot come and find you unless there is an urgent matter? Sect Master Ye, you guys are in quite a good mood, don't tell me you're not going to invite me to take a seat? "    

    

"Please take a seat."    

    

Ye Fan glanced at Zhao Fan, and gently waved his hand as he spoke.    

    

"Thank you very much."    

    

After that, he sat in front of Ye Fan, took out a jade bottle from his bosom, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Ye Fan.    

    

"Pavilion Master Zhao, what do you mean by this?" You're just going to eat, what gift do you bring? "    

    

Ye Fan suspiciously looked at Zhao Fan as he asked.    

    

"Sect Master Ye, our leader has already received your gift. This is the return gift that our leader has asked me to give you. Knowing that you are at the Martial Soul stage Festival, I have prepared a Spirit-awakening Pill, which I hope you can use. "    

    

"Why would President Ouyang give me such a great gift?" I am truly ashamed of myself. "    

    

Ye Fan could not help but ask.    

    

"Clan Master Ye, look, you're still pretending to be confused." Our master said that he was an old friend of your Master and that he received a great favor from your Master in the past.    

    

Zhao Fan smiled and said to Ye Fan.    

    

"What?" Is Master Ouyang an old friend of my Master? "    

    

Ye Fan was really surprised this time. He had only given Ouyang Qian Yuan a talisman paper refined by the Great Clan Elder, could it be that this Ouyang Qian Yuan knew the Great Clan Elder?    

    

"Did your noble Master not mention it to you? Isn't that wooden box something your Master asked you to pass over? "    

    

Zhao Fan also revealed a surprised expression and asked Ye Fan.    

    

"Cough cough ?" Well, my Master only told me to take out the wooden box when I was in danger. Naturally, he would have some people who know to give him face.    

    

Ye Fan coughed lightly and said to Zhao Fan.    

    

"Hehe, I'm actually quite curious. Exactly which expert is your esteemed Master, to actually have such a great face."    

    

Zhao Fan asked hopefully.    

    

"Oh?"    

    

Ye Fan could not help but give Zhao Fan a glance, as his heart suddenly shook.