An Yiqing’s expression grew even more somber, "I’m offering you sincere advice out of goodwill, if you don’t believe it, so be it. But splashing champagne on someone, don’t you think that’s too much? Today is Old Master Li’s banquet, not a place where you can act recklessly!"

The short-haired woman sneered, "My father has business dealings with the Li Family. You’re just a nobody, do you think Old Master Li would offend our Lau Family for your sake? Waiter, what are you standing there for? Throw her out!"

The waiter nodded repeatedly. He didn’t recognize the beautiful girl in front of him, but he knew Miss Lau well. After a moment’s thought, he decided to side with Miss Lau.

Rolling up his sleeves, the waiter flashed a cold light at An Yiqing. A powerful hand reached towards her, and An Yiqing’s brows furrowed, about to take action.

Just then, a mild and playful voice sounded from behind the crowd.

"Why do you end up in trouble wherever you go?"

Everyone turned to look and saw a young man in a white long robe, standing with his hands behind his back, gazing in this direction. His features were remarkably handsome, with warm eyes full of charm, and a softly upturned smile. Just standing there quietly, he exuded a sense of peace.

However, everyone knew that this man’s identity was far from peaceful. The renowned Muyun Society’s Head, Duan Tang, was not someone easy to serve!

"Why are you here?" An Yiqing raised her brows, her eyes showing surprise and joy.

"I’m here on business on Flower Island. I planned to visit you in the coming days, but I didn’t expect to see you tonight." Duan Tang walked over slowly, each step bringing an elegant scent of lotus flowers.

An Yiqing appraised him with a smile, "Seems like you’ve been doing well recently."

"Not bad, the same as always." Duan Tang’s eyebrow and eyes were like a painting, his gaze towards An Yiqing filled with sparkles, "Who have you upset this time? Always getting into trouble in Xuandu City, and now you can’t keep calm on Flower Island either?"

An Yiqing gave a helpless smile, "I’m just as helpless! I was just sitting there resting, and it displeased many people." She spread her hands innocently, indicating that she was the victim.

Duan Tang smiled, knowing her nature well, never initiating trouble, but trouble always found her. His dark eyes slowly scanned around, and the few women nearby suddenly felt a chill down their spines and retreated a few steps.

They all recognized this man, the famous head of Muyun Society! The leader dominating Xiluo Continent, no high-born child could fail to recognize him.

But why did Duan Tang know this woman?

Who exactly was she?

"I heard someone wanted to throw you out earlier? Who was it?"

The short-haired woman felt a jolt of fear, glancing at Duan Tang in horror, and took advantage of everyone’s distraction to quietly retreat.

An Yiqing glanced at the woman and lowered her gaze with amusement, "She’s just a clown, no need to get angry."

With that, she left the corner with Zhang Yufeng and Xiao Hei for the rest area.

Duan Tang naturally followed closely behind, causing those around to shoot curious glances, all wondering about An Yiqing’s identity. First, she received a grand courtesy from Li Sixing, and now the head of Muyun Society was sticking by her side, who was this woman?

Among these people, some had seen An Yiqing at an international auction center and recognized her. Everyone was shocked, how could she still be alive after offending Jiang Zirong? How did she get involved with Duan Tang? Could she be the Muyun Association’s Head Duan’s woman? Wasn’t she connected to Li Yuphei?

They all secretly assessed An Yiqing, unsure of her allure, yet she captivated both Li Yuphei and Duan Tang’s attention.

Duan Tang didn’t chat with An Yiqing for long before people wanting to forge connections surrounded him. An Yiqing gracefully retreated from the circle, mischievously leading Zhang Yufeng and Xiao Hei to a corner to enjoy some peace.

The hall returned to its lively state once more.

As the banquet time approached, Old Master Li politely excused himself from a few old friends and began greeting guests one by one amidst the crowd.

Just then, a stir suddenly erupted at the entrance of the hall. Everyone turned to look, and the room instantly fell silent.

"Hahaha! Old Master Li, I’m not late, am I?" The raucous laughter was a trademark exclusive to Flower Island’s one person—Leader Galaxy Sect, Jiang Zirong.

Jiang Zirong strode in wearing a white suit, collar wide open, with a young woman on his arm. The woman wore a white trailing gown, her delicate face as exquisite as jade, her lips curved in a soft smile, looking somewhat similar to An Yiqing. However, unlike An Yiqing, this woman’s eyes lifted at the corners, exuding bewitching allure, with a gaze carrying a hint of pride and coldness.