A day and night passed.
In the meeting hall of the Fan Martial Club.
Old Song, Old Liu, and even the elegant woman Lin Yan had seen at Fanchao Plaza were all here with solemn expressions.
Other than the three of them, there were two other people sitting in the main seat. It was obvious that their status was higher. They were a man and a woman, who had their arms crossed.
They had rushed over from the capital overnight. They were two disciples of the chairman of the Fan Martial Club, and also upper echelons of the club. The man's name was Qing Ke, and the woman's name was Jiang Ruo.
At this moment, the two of them were staring intently at the red jade bayberry ball placed in front of their table.
"Qing Ke, did you see anything?"
Between the two of them, the woman, Jiang Ruo, asked.