Little Bi?

Everyone present was completely astonished. Those who knew Tang Bi were aware that he was a very proud man. Until now, no one had seen Tang Bi humble himself, but what nobody understood was why Tang Bi would refer to himself as Little Bi.

Xu Rui was also taken aback. She had initially thought Ding Fan was being bullied by Tang Bi, but looking at the current situation, it seemed that things were not as she had expected.

Xu Rui glanced at Tang Bi, whose face had already turned purple. Although he was still pretending that nothing was wrong, Xu Rui could tell that Tang Bi was at a disadvantage just now.

To think that a handshake could put Tang Bi at a disadvantage? Xu Rui found it hard to believe. She looked towards Ding Fan, only to see that, without knowing when, he had already disappeared. Xu Rui was somewhat angry; after all, she was also helping him out, and this guy didn't even say thank you before he just left.

Xu Rui snorted coldly right then, slightly irritated as she walked away, while the people around didn't dare to mess with this fiery-tempered "hot pepper".

"Young Master Tang, what just happened? Why didn't you take care of that good-for-nothing?" Xiaoxiao approached Tang Bi after the crowd had dispersed and complained somewhat reproachfully.

Tang Bi seemed as if he hadn't heard Xiaoxiao's words at all. He was certain that when he shook hands with Ding Fan, his hand bones had been crushed. But now, other than a bit of pain, his hand showed no signs of fractures.

At that moment, Tang Bi remembered that the instant Ding Fan released his hand, he had rubbed it unobtrusively. Could it be that the simple rubbing had actually set the broken bones back in place?

Considering this, Tang Bi broke into a cold sweat down his back. If that really was the case, then Ding Fan was indeed a mysterious master of immense capability. To mend broken bones in an instant, if Ding Fan had intended him harm, Tang Bi wouldn't even know how he died.

"Young Master Tang, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Tang Bi standing dazed, Xiaoxiao nudged him gently and asked.

Tang Bi glanced at Xiaoxiao. Although he didn't know what grudge existed between Ding Fan and Xiaoxiao, he still chose to keep his distance. He didn't want to provoke a formidable person like Ding Fan again because of Xiaoxiao.

Without a word to Xiaoxiao, Tang Bi turned and left, leaving behind a puzzled Xiaoxiao standing there...

Ding Fan paid no attention to everyone else and entered the banquet hall, where strains of melodic piano music wafted through the air.

The banquet hall had obviously undergone meticulous decoration. The spacious hall, spanning over a thousand square meters, was brilliantly lit and glittered with grandeur.

Ding Fan found a quiet, inconspicuous corner and sat down.

For such high-society gatherings, Ding Fan inherently felt a strong aversion. These so-called high society individuals, arrogant and pompous, acted as if they were the epitome of greatness, much like Xiaoxiao, who had just tried to stop him.

Ding Fan truly had no impression of her, but she had come up to him full of self-importance, attempting to trample on him. If it weren't for his strength, his right hand would probably have been crushed outside.

This experience reinforced for Ding Fan the understanding that regardless of whether it was Earth or the Cultivation World, the laws of survival remained unchanged: it was the survival of the fittest. If you don't want to be bullied, then become strong.

"Hello, may I sit here?"

While Ding Fan was lost in thought, a stunningly beautiful woman in a lovely white gown approached him.

Ding Fan looked up at the woman in front of him. She carried herself with grace and spoke with a noble air that complemented her exquisite beauty, making her seem like a woman of the highest caliber.

Behind this woman, pairs of surprised eyes turned to look over at Ding Fan. Dressed in simple sportswear and even wearing cloth shoes, Ding Fan stood out in such a setting, unable to keep a low profile even if he wanted.

And yet, it was this unsophisticated man who had attracted the butterfly of the party. There was silence among the crowd, as they wondered if the beautiful woman was blind. Why did she seem drawn to a "dung heap"?

Ding Fan took another look at the beautiful woman, and he was slightly taken aback; he recognized this woman.

This woman was none other than Qin Manshu, who had bought pills from him back in Prince Park.

"Of course, you may." Ding Fan, while not understanding why Qin Manshu would come to find him, still made a welcoming gesture towards her very gentlemanly.

Qin Manshu nodded, then sat down beside Ding Fan, her actions full of decorum.

Why had Qin Manshu taken the initiative to come to Ding Fan?

In fact, as soon as Ding Fan had walked into the banquet hall, Qin Manshu had already set her eyes on him. In such a setting, Ding Fan's attire was bound to draw attention.

But after just one glance at Ding Fan, Qin Manshu felt like he seemed familiar, and soon she remembered the master in Prince Park who had sold her the pills.

If it hadn't been for the Pill that master sold to me that day, my grandfather certainly wouldn't have recovered, and the Qin family, one of the Four Great Families, would have fallen apart within a few years. The glory of today would soon have turned into nothingness.

Thus, what Ding Fan saved was not merely Old Master Qin alone; it can be said that Ding Fan saved the entire Qin family.

Although Qin Manshu had given Ding Fan thirty thousand yuan for medicine at the time, she felt that such a miraculous Pill couldn't possibly be paid for with just thirty thousand yuan.

Later, Qin Manshu went to Prince Park several times to look for that master, as she wanted to thank him in person. She wanted to properly express her gratitude to the person who saved the Qin family.

However, after several attempts, Qin Manshu couldn't find Ding Fan.

Today, when Ding Fan entered the banquet hall, although he was dressed simply and was met with disdainful and dismissive glances from everyone, he was calm and composed. That transcendent composure, that casualness, was all too reminiscent of that master, prompting Manshu to approach him proactively.

"Excuse me, have we met before?" Though Qin Manshu was dubious, she still wasn't sure, prompting her to ask the question.

When Ding Fan heard Qin Manshu ask this, he realized that something about him must have led her to guess that he was the one who had sold her the Pill.

Ding Fan certainly didn't want to be recognized. His current identity was special, a purported family squanderer, with many powerful enemies lurking in the shadows. Before he grew stronger, he had to keep a low profile.

From her question, Ding Fan could tell she probably wasn't certain yet. So he responded,

"I wish I had had the pleasure of meeting a beautiful lady like yourself before, but unfortunately, I haven't had that honor. We haven't met before," said Ding Fan with a smile.

Seeing Ding Fan's response, Qin Manshu felt somewhat disappointed. In her view, if he were the person who sold the Pill to her, he would have no reason to pretend not to recognize her.

"Manshu? Is it really you?" At this moment, a tall man approached from the side.

"Manshu, I have always been concerned about your grandfather's illness. As you know, I have a master's degree in clinical studies. When I was studying in America, I specifically consulted some of my professors. They gave me several suggestions for vegetative state recovery. Moreover, I have some friends in The Stars and Stripes Country and Australia's medical community.

For my sake, they are willing to come over and have a look at Old Master Qin. I'm thinking of visiting Old Master Qin tomorrow, if it's convenient," he said.

The man pulled up a chair and sat down beside Qin Manshu, completely ignoring Ding Fan in the process.

"My grandfather's illness has already been cured, but thank you for your concern, Young Master Li," said Qin Manshu, her tone clearly unfriendly and quite cold.

Ding Fan could tell from the way Young Master Li looked at Qin Manshu that he was probably one of her admirers. Ding Fan felt somewhat speechless inside; apart from showing off, Young Master Li really had nothing to offer.

He didn't even fully grasp Manshu's situation; Old Master Qin had already recovered nearly a week ago, and this fellow obviously was still out of the loop.

With such awareness, he still wished to pursue Qin Manshu...

"Completely cured?"

"Yes, completely cured."

"How is that possible? My professors in America told me that with your grandfather's condition, after being comatose for two years, it's impossible to fully recover. At best, he could only wake up," Young Master Li said in disbelief. "Could you tell me which country's expert or professor it was? I'll see if they are friends from my medical circles."

"It was a master from inside Prince Park who cured him," replied Qin Manshu.

"A master from inside Prince Park?" Young Master Li paused, then chuckled. "Manshu, you're not joking, are you? Everyone knows that the street vendors in Prince Park are all frauds. Wait, I'll call my friends at the Municipal Bureau tomorrow and ask them to deal with these scamming vendors."

"I'm sorry, I'm in the middle of a conversation with my friend. If you don't have anything else, please leave," Qin Manshu said, frowning and intensifying her tone to make it clear she wanted him to go.

Although Qin Manshu had clearly given Young Master Li the brush-off, he didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. Instead, he turned his attention to Ding Fan, whom he had been ignoring until now.

After sizing up Ding Fan, Young Master Li offered a faint smile and took out a business card from his pocket.

"I didn't expect Manshu to have such friends, but it doesn't matter. A friend of Manshu is a friend of mine. I'm Li Ming, take my card. If you ever need anything in Dancheng, feel free to call me. There's nothing in Dancheng I can't handle," he said.

Without even glancing at the business card Li Ming was pinching between two fingers and extending towards him, Ding Fan picked up a glass of juice from the table and gently sipped it.

"Quite sweet..."