802: Chapter 791: Competing in Patience with Teng Feiyue 802: Chapter 791: Competing in Patience with Teng Feiyue Outside the gate of the Yunteng Family in Zang City, the atmosphere was particularly lively.
Because of one man’s arrival, the Yunteng Family felt tremendous tension, and the entire Zang City was caught in a swirl of upheaval.
The other three major families had also turned their attention here.
“Guest?
I’m afraid such a term doesn’t suit you!”
Teng Feiyue mocked openly.
If Ning Fan had come with goodwill, given his past assistance, Teng Feiyue might have considered treating him as a friend and receiving him properly.
But now, looking at those three Yunteng Family members sitting subdued under him, it was clear that his actions didn’t align with the etiquette expected of a guest.
“Oh?
Isn’t it correct?
I’ve traveled a long way to get here, exhausting myself to death, and now that I’ve arrived at your Yunteng Family, is this how you treat your guests?”
Ning Fan’s smile gradually froze, his gaze sharp as he looked toward the group of ancient martial artists who had suddenly emerged behind Teng Feiyue.
Goodness, all of them were True Qi Realm!
Roughly estimating, there were thirty or forty of them.
Quite an impressive display!
Preparing such extravagance for him—how highly they must regard Ning Fan!
“I said if you truly came as a guest, you’d be welcomed.
But now, shouldn’t you first offer an explanation?”
Teng Feiyue snapped in a melodious voice, questioning Ning Fan.
She genuinely had the intention of discussing whether the conflict between the Yunteng Family and Ning Fan could be reconciled.
But now that Ning Fan had made his move, even if Teng Feiyue wanted to negotiate peacefully, it was impossible to invite him inside without a reasonable explanation—doing so would be hard to justify to her people.
Of course, Ning Fan had no idea what Teng Feiyue was thinking.
Upon hearing her question, he let out a cold laugh, “That’s quite the accusation.
I came here peacefully, intending to find someone, but apparently, someone judged me with dog eyes and dismissed me…”
Narrowing his eyes, Ning Fan gazed at the Yunteng Family crowd with malicious intent.
Teng Feiyue bit her delicate lip, her expression complex as she surveyed her clansmen.
After a moment, she told Ning Fan, “If you dare, then come inside.”
“Why wouldn’t I dare?
Since I came all this way, leaving without even drinking tea would make this trip pointless.”
As he spoke, Ning Fan casually placed his hands in his pockets and swaggered toward Teng Feiyue.
Seeing him approach, everyone grew tense, especially Teng Nan, who immediately stepped forward, blocking Ning Fan’s path.
“Hey now, what’s this supposed to mean?
Weren’t you just saying you’d let me inside for a sit-down?”
Ning Fan asked with amused disdain, his gaze abruptly turning cold and causing Teng Nan to frown.
Meanwhile, the other ancient martial artists of the Yunteng Family also stepped forward, clearly ready to take action.
But Teng Feiyue suddenly waved her hand and shouted, “Stand down!
Don’t disgrace the Yunteng Family!”
This order was undeniably reasonable; instantly, everyone seemed to remember that the Yunteng Family was one of Zang City’s major clans—such behavior was unbecoming.
Thus, both Teng Nan and the other Yunteng clansmen backed away, forming a path.
Teng Feiyue looked at Ning Fan with a complicated expression, then turned and walked through the gates.
“Heh heh heh…”
Ning Fan chuckled softly, his eyes betraying surprise and suspicion.
He couldn’t fathom whether Teng Feiyue genuinely intended goodwill or had ulterior motives.
Could there be traps waiting for him inside?
However, since he had come, wasn’t it true that one must enter the tiger’s den to retrieve its cub?
Besides, as it turned out, Ning Fan’s suspicions seemed excessive.
Following Teng Feiyue inside, though a group of tough-looking individuals watched him closely, for now, it appeared that no traps had been set.
Ning Fan decided not to dwell on it further.
Whatever came, he would deal with it when the time arrived.
“Bring tea!”
Teng Feiyue gestured for Ning Fan to take a seat, to which he did so without hesitation, relaxing opposite her as if completely at ease.
Like the first protector wielding a blade, Teng Nan stood to Teng Feiyue’s left, keeping a close watch on him.
Outside the hall, a crowd of Yunteng ancient martial artists lingered, ready to storm in at the slightest sign of abnormality from Ning Fan.
“Your Yunteng Family is much grander compared to the Shangguan Family!”
“Oh?
In what aspect?”
Teng Feiyue asked curiously, her tone somewhat stiff.
Ning Fan smiled faintly and cast an ambiguous look at her.
As one of the four major families in Zang City, the Yunteng Family possessed a level of grandeur and decorum that far surpassed the Shangguan Family.
By contrast, the Shangguan Family seemed rather petty.
But Ning Fan could sit here and drink tea peacefully thanks to Teng Feiyue.
If it had been Teng Zhuhai hosting him, he’d have to be cautious about whether the tea had been tampered with.
“Coming alone to my Yunteng Family—should I call you fearless and confident, or arrogant and reckless?”
Seeing that Ning Fan didn’t respond, Teng Feiyue didn’t press further.
Instead, she asked with bemusement.
“Probably both.
I’m confident enough, while also knowing your Yunteng Family can’t detain me.”
When Ning Fan voiced this, the Yunteng people—except Teng Feiyue and Teng Nan—burst into laughter, feeling as if they’d just heard the most ridiculous joke.
Choosing to ignore the faint ridicule, Ning Fan firmly adhered to his approach of dismissing shallow people.
“Silence!”
Teng Feiyue shot a sharp look at the crowd outside.
After managing the family on behalf of Teng Zhuhai, she’d acquired some authoritative presence.
Though it paled compared to his level, it was enough to silence those outside the hall.
Sure enough, her glare reminded everyone of their lapse in decorum.
Realizing their mistake, each straightened their posture, not daring to say anything further.
Watching this little drama unfold, Ning Fan gave a chuckle before raising the tea before him and taking a sip.
“The tea maker’s skill is quite decent…”
This time Ning Fan didn’t deliberately nitpick, perhaps because the host wasn’t Teng Zhuhai.
He harbored less animosity toward Teng Feiyue.
“Well, thank you for the compliment!”
Teng Feiyue smiled politely, exuding an air of poise that hinted at her potential as a formidable leader.
The atmosphere inside the hall instantly grew still.
Ning Fan quietly savored his tea, and Teng Feiyue didn’t rush him—the two seemed engaged in a silent contest of patience.
The others, meanwhile, dared not make the slightest noise, fearing it might disrupt Teng Feiyue.
Holding their breaths, they kept their eyes fixed on the seated pair.