"The Huangfu Family is, after all, a Noble Clan of the Jianghu. Their reputation in the Jianghu is no less than that of the scholastic circles." The Scholar sighed repeatedly and transmitted sound: "I understand, but this time it's just arrogance." "The White Tiger Hall could never openly say that it's because of their own reasons that this grand event is on hold. The Huangfu Family has had a prestigious name for decades, with the current Family Head being Fourth Rank, mastering the Divine Weapon and battling Grandmasters undefeated. Moreover, the family has at least one veteran Grandmaster holding the fort." "Even if they successfully host this martial performance, their prestige cannot rise any further. However, if this fails and the White Tiger Hall makes a move afterward, it will be like falling off a cliff, plummeting suddenly. It is their past arrogance that has blinded them to the consequences here..." "A true man knows when to bend and when to stand tall, how come they can't see this point?" The secret agent 'Shadow' fell silent for a moment, then said: "Because you are not in the position of the Huangfu Family." 'Luan' was slightly taken aback, then immediately laughed bitterly and said: "Indeed... alright, alright, let's just say I was complaining a bit." With a sigh, they looked forward again, half-smiling as they spoke: "However, I do wonder if this time, we will get to meet that 'colleague'... In the Northwest area, among the four commanders of the secret agents, when did a fifth one appear? How come I didn't know, this is interesting." 'Shadow' replied in a calm voice: "Since he has an interest in the White Tiger Hall, chances are we'll encounter him." 'Luan' seemed about to say something more but suddenly stopped and shook their head, saying, "Alright, alright, whatever, let's go in first and see." At the road ahead, masters from the Huangfu Family were blocking the way with blades, checking invitation letters one by one before allowing entry. The two secret agents had notable names in the Jianghu, overseeing the affairs of over a dozen counties in the Northwest, active only in this part of the Jianghu. The two masters from the Huangfu Family recognized the two and greeted them proactively: "Brother Lu, Brother Zhou, you two are here as well?" 'Luan' smiled and said: "Both of you from the Huangfu Family know that I have always loved crowds. With such a grand event here, if you don't let me in to take a look, it would be too cruel, wouldn't it?" 'Shadow' cupped his fists in salute and said: "We did not receive invitation letters, showing up suddenly. I ask for your forgiveness." The master on the left politely said: "The names of Soul Breaking Spear and Puppet Hand are well-known in the Northwest. The two of you are more than welcome here. You definitely should have received invitations, I'm not sure what went wrong. Please, come in and sit anywhere you like." With that said, the two tall blade-wielding men of the Huangfu Family stepped aside to let the two enter. 'Luan' familiarly patted their shoulders, suggesting they could have a drink together someday, while 'Shadow' remained solemn as he carried his dual guns inside. The two blade-wielders promptly returned to their original positions. Everyone around watched the two figures gradually disappear inside, envying them with sighs. A young man with a sword, who had been holding a delicate woman, frowned, released her, and strode forward. The two blademasters politely intercepted him, asking: "Young hero, do you have an invitation letter?" The young man in yellow glanced at Luan and Shadow, frowning, said: "Then, may I know which school or sect you belong to? Do you have any past relations with our Huangfu Family?" The young man, slightly arrogant, lifted the longsword with seven gems embedded in its scabbard and said loudly: "I hail from no school or sect, I rely only on my seven-foot body, and my three-foot sword to roam the world!" The two blademasters exchanged a look, politely asked: "Then, may we know the young hero's name?" The young man, noting the admiration in his female companion's eyes, lifted his chin and said: "I am Zhuo Fei of Langya County, known as the Jade-faced Gentleman's Sword." The swordsman of the Huangfu Family was silent for a moment, then apologetically said: "Hero Zhuo, we sincerely apologize. Today, we have many guests and limited seating inside, so not everyone can be accommodated. Your reputation, esteemed as it may be, is currently not enough for entry." The young man's face darkened slightly, saying: The other swordsman coldly said: ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel⸺fire.net "I am sorry, young hero, your martial title is unheard of by me. Inside, the place is reserved for recognized masters on the Jianghu. Seats are limited and not everyone can be considered." The young man's face turned red with humiliation. Enraged, he drew his sword, shouting: "Are you humiliating me?" "Do you not know I am already ranked on the Young Dragon-Phoenix List of Langya County as…" Before the voice could finish, the expressionless swordsman on the right had already attacked, his broad blade still sheathed, striking out fiercely and dominantly. The Jade-faced Gentleman's Sword could scarcely withstand three moves before stumbling back, his weapon knocked flying, embedding in the ground with a resonant clang. Zhuo Fei looked at his trembling right hand and then at his weapon that had flown away, his face full of disbelief, stuttering for a moment but unable to form a complete sentence. Wang Anfeng stood outside the crowd at this moment, witnessing the scene with his own eyes, especially the part where the Langya County swordsman was repelled, causing him to fall into silence. During these past three days, he had been everywhere searching for the White Tiger Hall, also exploring routes to prevent them from having a backup plan he couldn't promptly intercept. He prepared special powders against the possible experts from White Tiger Hall, and sharpened his weapons. But he forgot the simplest thing. He didn't have an invitation letter. Wang Anfeng looked around, presented with only two options: first, to find someone with an invitation letter and use the Divine Thieves Sect's martial arts to make a copy; the second choice was to force his way in.