Huang Xiaolong was beginning to doubt his own ears!
Things were getting a bit absurd!
There he was, queuing up nicely with his wife, awaiting their turn to enter the Moving Flowers Palace, without bothering anyone. Yet unexpectedly, this so-called genius, Young Master Shi, actually swaggered over, cool as can be, offering him a top-grade Spirit Stone as charity, and then asking him to give up his spot…
Was this guy brain-damaged?
Huang Xiaolong took a look around; those in front of him were mostly middle-aged men with extraordinary presence or young prodigies radiating sharpness, all leading some young ladies in the queue.
By their appearance and manner, they were at least of some status and position.
For example, the Elder Shi Huang Xiaolong had seen earlier was an elder of the Mount Dian Sect, certainly no ordinary individual.
On the other hand, out of everyone in the queue, Huang Xiaolong seemed quite ordinary, young, and his aura wasn't anything special.
Therefore—
