"Keer, you don't need to explain to them, they're just a bunch of fence-sitters."
Jovie Lee extended her hand, as white as jade, gently patted the back of Keer's hand and comforted her.
What Jovie Lee said naturally provoked anger among the crowd.
"Young lady, you can't just say whatever you want!"
"Indeed, what gives you the right to call us fence-sitters? Are you implying that this Inner Sect disciple from the Seven Stars Sword Clan is framing you deliberately?"
"Does a Seven Stars Sword Clan's Inner Sect disciple need to frame you?"
...
A group of patrons glared at Jovie Lee angrily.
Jovie Lee blushed in fury for the first time and was rendered speechless. She clenched her fists tightly, and her delicate body began to tremble slightly.
Slap!
Suddenly a loud sound echoed through the tavern, instantly silencing all the noise within.
It was Wyatt Barnes who had slapped the table, "Shut up!"
