"How could I possibly guess?" Song Changsheng said with a wry smile. 'In my past life, I couldn't even figure out my girlfriend. The minds of these powerful figures are more complex than any woman's heart; it would be a miracle if I could guess what they're thinking.'
"Don't worry," she said. "I'm sure it's nothing bad."
As they spoke, they arrived at a great hall where several people had already gathered. Song Changsheng took a closer look. 'Well, I'll be damned,' he thought, 'most of them are familiar faces.'
On the far left was Zhuang Yuechan's senior brother, Yinn Shang. Beside him sat Zhan Tianxia's Direct Disciple, Niu Dazhuang. Next to them was a young Cultivator with a magnificent bearing; Song Changsheng didn't recognize him but knew he was a disciple of the Celestial Vein Sect.
