When the guard heard the insulting words of a little boy, his face darkened with annoyance.
"You uneducated, how dare a brat like you insult our Emperor Power Restaurant?!" shouted the doorman, annoyed.
The Fire Phoenix didn't reply, and it just played with one hand with an arrogant face.
Xu Yuan ignored the two. He asked again, "Are only strong people able to book a table on the 9th floor?"
"You seem to know a bit, only cultivators of the Emperor stage and above can reserve a table on the 9th floor, and as for you, only on the 2nd floor at the very least." He sneered.
From behind Xu Yuan, a group of people wearing green robes with a lot of jewelry on their bodies approached the restaurant's doorman.
One of them spoke, "I want to reserve a table on the 9th floor." Said the older man with a wrinkled face.
