In Xi Dingzhou City, Wang Anfeng walked slowly.
This time, he did not conceal his true appearance, nor did he hide his affiliation with the Giant Whale Gang. While relying on the power of his sect to dominate Jianghu was hardly a commendable act, the existence of the gang indeed helped reduce many troubles.
Unfortunately, the place where Meng Yuexue was spotted was right here in Xi Ding Zhou City.
If it were in North Martial State, he could have relied on the influence of Gongsun Jing's Giant Whale Gang and wouldn't have to be as constrained as now.
While pondering, Wang Anfeng had already turned down a street.
A few hundred meters further was his courtyard.
A noisy clamor reached his ears.
In front of the usually quiet courtyard, around a dozen young men around eighteen or nineteen, cursing maliciously, were holding sheathed broadswords, knocking and smashing at Wang Anfeng's courtyard gate, their mouths filled with foul language that was unbearable to hear.