A merchant murmured in shock.
Perhaps intimidated by Fan Wu's aura, he dared not speak these words aloud.
The people at the next table rolled their eyes, their voices of complaint unconsciously lowered, "Even if you stand up, you might not be as tall as that Taoist sitting down, right?"
"Hey! What are you saying? I am a full-grown man, you know!" the merchant emphasized.
"Why does that Taoist look so fierce? Is he really a Taoist?"
"He's wearing a Daoist robe, isn't he? You can't fake that, can you?"
"Huh?! What is he doing?!!"
Fan Wu, the center of attention within the inn, paid no heed to the diners' interest and hushed discussions. At the moment, he was holding the tail of a steamed fish and stuffed the whole fish into his mouth.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
His teeth seemed capable of crushing even steel, biting the large fish head to pieces in one bite, and half the fish was gone in the second. The sound of fish bones breaking could be heard in his mouth.
