"Looking for her?" Wei Tong shook his head quickly upon hearing this.
"Forget it, I won't get involved in this matter. It's my own fault, really. I agreed to help you without even figuring out his identity and strength. I admit this is my loss."
Although Wei Tong was arrogant, he knew his limits. Qi Jun was one of the few people in Yan Jing he considered an equal. Now that Qi Jun had been crippled, the Qi family had also suffered a significant setback in this matter. The Qi family and the Wei family were both among the four major families in Yan Jing, with strength no less than the Wei family. Yet, they were still helpless against Zhang Fan. He didn't think seeking trouble with Zhang Fan was a wise choice.
"Admit defeat?" Zhao Ji stared at Wei Tong for a long time, unable to comprehend how the fearless Wei Tong would back down.
"Isn't your elder sister going to help you vent your anger? From what I know of her, although she doesn't think much of you, she is your sister after all. With her temper, wouldn't she have gone ballistic if she knew you had your legs broken?" Zhao Ji asked curiously.
"My sister just returned from the mountains not long ago. She doesn't know about this," Wei Tong shook his head and said.
After all, this was not something to brag about. Instead, it was somewhat embarrassing for him. Naturally, he wouldn't publicize it.
Moreover, his elder sister, despite being a woman, possessed a natural aura of dominance. He had always felt inferior to her since childhood. With Wei Tong's pride, he couldn't bring himself to ask for help.
"Oh." Zhao Ji nodded thoughtfully, a faint curve appearing at the corner of his lips.
Since Wei Xiaowen was back, Zhao Ji felt even more confident about this matter.
As for Wei Tong's decision not to get involved, Zhao Ji no longer cared. He knew that once Wei Xiaowen found out about this, it wouldn't matter whether Wei Tong was involved or not.
"Looks like I need to hurry up there and contact Chen Ning Tian and Qi Xiang Yu," Zhao Ji mused. He stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car sped towards Willow Creek Villa on the mountainside.
...
Zhang Fan wasn't in a hurry. He ambled along, and by the time he reached the entrance of Willow Creek Villa, it was already dark.
Willow Creek Villa was built on a smooth mountainside. The overall architectural style was slightly rustic, but the decoration was extremely modern. Now that it was dark, the lights inside the villa twinkled, like a luminous pearl on Mount Yan, embedded on the mountainside.
Outside the villa, a long row of sports cars of various models were parked. Supercars, which were rarely seen outside, were common here.
Ferraris, McLarens, Bugattis, and more. The sports cars parked outside alone were enough to host a luxury car show. It was conceivable that the young people attending this gathering today were likely influential figures in Yan Jing.
"Brother, you're not here for the Qin family's party, are you?" As Zhang Fan took a step towards the entrance, a voice suddenly called out from behind him. Zhang Fan turned to look and saw a somewhat unfamiliar young man.
Seeing the confusion in Zhang Fan's eyes, the young man quickly said, "You might not know me, but I really admire you. I happened to see you climbing the mountain when I came up this morning. I didn't expect you to actually walk all the way up. I'm impressed."
"Oh," Zhang Fan nodded and said, "I am indeed here for the Qin family's gathering."
"In that case, how about we go together?" The young man was clearly very talkative and had a cheerful and generous personality. He invited Zhang Fan.
"Alright," Zhang Fan nodded.
Thus, they walked side by side towards the villa.
Through their conversation, Zhang Fan learned that the young man's name was Fang Jie, a collateral descendant of the Fang family in Yan Jing.
The Fang family was also one of the major families in Yan Jing, a notch below families like the Chen and Wang families. Logically, a collateral descendant like Fang Jie would not normally be qualified to attend such a high-profile gathering.
However, Fang Jie was naturally cheerful and had a wide circle of friends, so he had received an invitation.
"Invitation?" When they reached the inner gate, Zhang Fan was slightly taken aback to see Fang Jie presenting his invitation. He didn't have one.
"Sir, please present your invitation," the attendant said with a slight bow, reminding him.
"Brother Zhang Fan, you don't have an invitation?" Fang Jie was slightly surprised and asked.
"They didn't give me an invitation when they invited me," Zhang Fan said helplessly.
"Sir, this gathering is a party hosted by the Qin family for the young elites of Yan Jing. Every invited guest receives an invitation. If you do not have an invitation, please leave immediately," a middle-aged man standing behind the attendant said with a stern expression when he saw that Zhang Fan couldn't produce an invitation.
"Hahaha, where did this country bumpkin come from? Trying to sneak in without an invitation."
"Fang Jie, who did you meet now? Is the standard too low?"
"Hurry up and get rid of him, don't delay my entry."
A clamor of mocking laughter came from behind.
Fang Jie's expression was not good, but he didn't know what to say.
Zhang Fan's expression remained calm. He was about to take out his phone to call Qin Luoshui when he saw a familiar figure.
It was Lin Xiao, Qin Luoshui's bodyguard.
Of course, after consuming the Hundred Spirit Pill refined by Zhang Fan, Qin Luoshui's strength was improving daily, and she no longer needed Lin Xiao's close protection.
Furthermore, not long ago, Zhang Fan had given Qin Luoshui a Golden Scale Yuan Breaking Pill, instructing her to refine the medicinal power of the Hundred Spirit Pill before taking it.
After all, the Golden Scale Yuan Breaking Pill was refined from a first-grade Golden Elixir, and its efficacy was even higher than the Hundred Spirit Pill. If taken prematurely, it might consume most of the medicinal power of the Hundred Spirit Pill that Zhang Fan had painstakingly refined.
"Mr. Zhang, you've finally arrived." Lin Xiao quickly walked up to Zhang Fan and bowed respectfully.
"Mm, where is Luoshui?" Zhang Fan nodded slightly and asked.
Even though Zhang Fan's words were very casual, Lin Xiao felt an immense pressure.
Zhang Fan had truly shocked him. Every time they met, Zhang Fan would constantly redefine his understanding.
Lin Xiao, having been a disciple of Great Dragon Temple, although expelled, still had many friends in the martial arts world. Therefore, he was aware of some of the events happening in China's martial arts community.
During their last meeting, Zhang Fan was already at the pinnacle of China's martial arts world, a top expert comparable to the Pill Ancestor of the Pill God Pavilion and the Dark Emperor of the Dark Organization.
However, in less than half a year, the Pill Ancestor, who was once his equal, had been killed by him. At the same time, a group of ancient Godly Realm powerhouses appeared and besieged Zhang Fan on Kun Long Mountain, but they still could not escape their fate of being killed.
Such a record left Lin Xiao, who was merely at the innate master level, with nothing but adoration.