At that moment, Feng Hao felt as if he had stumbled into a wolf pack. If he hadn't seen that West Moon Ridge was also there, he would have turned around and left on the spot.
The tense atmosphere lingered for a long time before West Moon Ridge's voice broke the silence. With a light chuckle, she waved to Feng Hao and said, "What are you spacing out for? Come here, next to me."
"Oh." Feng Hao glanced around strangely before quickly walking to West Moon Ridge's side.
The blond youth in the adjacent seat frowned and asked, "Xiyue Envoy, what's the deal with this third-rank brat?"
"A junior from my clan. Don't mind him," West Moon Ridge said with a calm smile.
Upon hearing this, someone immediately stood up and retorted with a sneer, "Xiyue Envoy, this is a gathering of the six great sects. Isn't it inappropriate to have a clan junior here?"
