Qingzhou City, Dashun Teahouse.
On the second floor, a small table was set with two cups of green tea.
Li Xinhang sat with a cold expression, while Li Mujing stood behind him.
The siblings quietly gazed at the man across from them.
A thin-faced, middle-aged man with a goatee smiled gently.
"There's no need to be so tense, you two. I'm just here on Young Master Kangyun's behalf to accompany him for a chat."
"Hmph."
Li Xinhang sneered mockingly.
"In Qingzhou City, you still need to bring a Core Formation realm expert as an escort when you go out? The courage of you spoiled brats really gets worse every year."
"Why the rush? I just called you out for a cup of tea," Zhao Kangyun raised an eyebrow slightly and turned his gaze toward the distant city walls.
He had arranged for people outside the city earlier, and today they had caught wind of something.
He quickly summoned a family protector and eagerly called out the Li siblings.