Logically speaking, with just the three of them including Linghu Xiang, no one should have bothered them or even cared about their absence.
But they just had to stir things up... they insisted on making a scene.
So, at this moment, the crowd at the meeting saw such a spectacle: behind two fools squatting and munching on mooncakes, a bamboo pole they had somehow acquired was stuck in the muddy ground behind them. A dirty sailcloth hung from the pole, on which five large shit-yellow characters were scrawled with what looked like mud water—"Mixed Element Interstellar Gate."
Oh, by the way, Linghu Xiang had already very wisely positioned himself at least several dozen feet away from them, blending in with other common figures of the Martial Arts world, pretending not to know them.
"Hmmph!" A few seconds later, it was Di Bujuan's light cough that regained the attention of the entire meeting.
