"Feng'er, stay here with all the uncles and elders."
He cupped his hands towards the influential leaders of various trades,
"Li Chang will excuse himself for a while. There's still some time before my son's funeral. Please, Brothers Lu, Zhu, Zheng, and Tao, enjoy some tea.
Young Master Bai, this chair is yours."
He Lichang led Bai Qi to the seat at the upper left side, a scene that made all the influential leaders of various trades frown simultaneously.
Allowing a junior, and the disciple of Ninghai Zen from Tongwen Hall, which had a deep grudge with the Seventeenth Lineage,
to sit on the same level as themselves?
It's simply too disorderly!
Zhu Jiren squinted his eyes, glancing at Bai Qi with a smile, but said nothing.
Tao Liang lifted the teacup beside him, seemingly sipping slowly.
Only Zheng Xuanfeng showed obvious dissatisfaction, saying in a deep voice,
