"..." Fatty and Jiang Yuanfan froze.
'Damn it, the Incense Master is looking for you, and you're still here making small talk with us?'
The two of them were on the verge of tears. Without even a goodbye, they turned and fled.
"Hey?"
Chu Fan raised his voice. "Not even a 'goodbye'? Where are your manners?"
By the time he reached Cyan Wood Hall—
Seven people were sitting in the room. The atmosphere was heavy and tense.
Zhou Tianci's expression was grim.
Xia Huanhuan, Zhou Ye, and the others all wore pained expressions, as if someone had them by the balls.
"Chu Fan, you're here!"
Seeing Chu Fan enter, Zhou Tianci's expression softened slightly. He forced a smile. "Come, come, sit next to me."
Chu Fan walked over, sat in the chair next to Zhou Tianci, and asked, "Incense Master, what happened?"
