“Why doesn’t Sister Rubing hold the hero conference on her own turf, but instead at the Iron Fan Gate? Is it because the place at Lingyu Villa isn’t big enough?”
Today was the day of the hero conference, and as soon as the sun rose, Meng Xiaoyu was dragged out of her warm bed by the Han sisters, Han Rubing and Han Rushuang.
So now, she was sulking as she followed them toward the so-called Iron Fan Gate.
“What’s wrong? Little one, haven’t you rested well? Why do you look so unhappy?”
Seeing Meng Xiaoyu’s sulky face, Han Rubing asked with amusement.
“Well, I didn’t sleep well,” Meng Xiaoyu replied honestly, still a bit sleepy.
“Oh! Is that so? I thought you had been lying in bed for two or three days and were all rested up!”
Han Rubing teased, deliberately elongating her tone as she looked at Meng Xiaoyu’s listless appearance.
“Sister Rubing…”
Hearing Han Rubing’s words, Meng Xiaoyu’s face instantly turned as red as a tomato.
“You’re so mean! If it weren’t for you and Sister Rushuang’s insatiable demands that night, would I have been lying in bed for two or three days? And now you come to tease me, that’s just too much!”
Thinking of this, Meng Xiaoyu really wanted to give the Han sisters a good beating.
“Hmm? What’s wrong?”
Seeing the little one’s flushed face, Han Rubing guessed that she was recalling what happened a few days ago, so she pretended to be confused and asked.
“Nothing… nothing at all,” Meng Xiaoyu stammered, realizing that Han Rubing was doing it on purpose.
To avoid being teased again, she quickly shut her mouth.
“Sister Rubing is so scheming, always bullying me. What a big bad person, and also…”
Just as Meng Xiaoyu was walking and complaining about Han Rubing’s scheming ways, she was interrupted by Han Rushuang.
“We’re here.”
“Huh? What do you mean, we’re here?”
“We’ve arrived at the Iron Fan Gate.”
Seeing Meng Xiaoyu’s confused expression, Han Rushuang spoke gently.
Upon hearing Han Rushuang’s words and looking up to see what lay ahead, Meng Xiaoyu was instantly stunned.
“Is this the Iron Fan Gate? It’s so extravagant!”
She exclaimed as she admired the villa-style mansion in front of her.
“May I ask if the three heroines are guests invited to the hero conference?”
A young man dressed in a deep purple robe, looking refined and handsome, approached the three Han sisters as they reached the entrance.
Han Rubing didn’t say anything in response to the young man.
She simply took out the hero invitation that Zhao Tianyu, the master of Lingyu Villa, had sent to Chaotian Palace and handed it to the young man.
After the young man took the invitation from Han Rubing and glanced at it, he immediately clasped his fists in front of Han Rubing and her sister, bowing in a Jianghu greeting.
“So it’s the two palace masters of Chaotian Palace. Please forgive my lack of recognition. I am Wu Chengsi, the eldest disciple of the Iron Fan Gate.”
“Pfft…”
Upon hearing the handsome young man’s name, Meng Xiaoyu couldn’t help but laugh out loud, thinking to herself, “Wu Chengsi? Doesn’t that mean ‘nothing accomplished’? What a creative name!”
“May I ask why this young lady is laughing for no reason? Is there something wrong with my name?”
Wu Chengsi, noticing that Meng Xiaoyu laughed right after he introduced himself, looked at her with some confusion.
“No, no, your name is great! There’s nothing wrong with it,” Meng Xiaoyu quickly shook her head in response to Wu Chengsi’s question.
“Then why did you laugh for no reason?”
Wu Chengsi asked, looking at the girl in the light pink dress standing next to Han Rubing.
“Ah? I laughed because… because… I don’t know why I laughed! I just felt like laughing!”
After thinking for a long time and finding no reason for her laughter, Meng Xiaoyu could only say that.
“Could you please lead us to meet your master and Master Zhao?”
Seeing that Wu Chengsi was still probing and noticing the little one’s evasive expression, Han Rubing had to change the subject.
She didn’t want her little one to be bullied by others.
“Uh, sure, this way please,” Wu Chengsi, who had wanted to say something more, paused for a moment after hearing Han Rubing’s words, then gestured for the three of them to follow him as he led them toward the reception room.
“This is the reception room. My master, Master Zhao, and other leaders from various sects and many martial arts seniors are inside. Please wait here, Palace Masters, and this young heroine. I will go in and announce your arrival,” Wu Chengsi said as he led Han Rubing and the others through the villa, winding around for a while before finally stopping in front of a door to inform them.
“This reception room is way too far! My feet are sore from all that walking!”
After Wu Chengsi went in to announce their arrival, Meng Xiaoyu bent down to rub her ankle, complaining.
Ever since they entered this so-called Iron Fan Gate, Wu Chengsi had led them on a winding path, and he walked so quickly that it felt like someone was chasing them.
She had to hurry to keep up, barely having time to appreciate the scenery around her.
Just as Meng Xiaoyu was bending down to rub her slightly sore ankle and complaining about Wu Chengsi’s speed, a deep and powerful voice suddenly boomed in her ears, startling her into standing up straight.
“Hahaha! The two palace masters of Chaotian Palace have graced my humble abode, truly making it shine!”
As this thunderous voice rang out, Meng Xiaoyu saw a group of people walking out from the reception room.
At the forefront was a rugged-looking middle-aged man with a bushy beard, accompanied by an elderly man with gray hair and a similarly white beard, who looked much more refined than the bearded man.
Behind the bearded man and the elder, there were several others.
Wu Chengsi stood behind the bearded man, indicating that the bearded man was his master and the leader of the Iron Fan Gate.
This meant that the thunderous roar just now had come from him.
Thinking of this, Meng Xiaoyu took a serious look at the bearded man in front of her.
He was tall, with dark skin, a square face, thick eyebrows, sharp yet murky eyes, a prominent nose, and full lips, giving off a vibe reminiscent of the legendary Black Whirlwind Li Kui.
After observing the leader of the Iron Fan Gate for a while, Meng Xiaoyu found it strange.
Why would such a rugged man take a refined-looking young man like Wu Chengsi as his disciple?
Isn’t it said that a master takes on a disciple of similar character?
Why was there such a stark contrast between them?
