The golden-robed youth slowly sat down next to the table, smiled at the lady in purple, and asked, "Miss, may I have the honor of your acquaintance?"
The lady in purple smiled politely but did not speak; instead, she turned her head and started chatting with Chen Tianyi.
The golden-robed youth couldn't help feeling a bit embarrassed, and he signaled with his eyes.
Two guards he had brought with him stepped forward.
The guards placed their hands on Chen Tianyi's shoulders, smiling as they said, "Could this gentleman please give up his seat?"
Chen Tianyi's brows furrowed slightly, as he was about to say something.
Suddenly, he felt his longsword on his back tremble slightly.
Following the direction of the trembling, he saw an old one-armed man standing at the edge of the cabin.
Xu Zimei had encountered this old man before, known as the "Blood-Drinking Mad Blade." Xu Zimei had traveled on the same ship with this elder from the Eastern Continent to the Northern Continent.
