As it fell night, the inn was brightly lit.
Shi Xiaole and Su Yanru had just entered the hall when numerous gazes swept over them, or rather, focused on Shi Xiaole.
"That's Shi Xiaole, the top ranker of this year."
"He indeed looks distinguished and has an extraordinary temperament."
"I heard his strength easily rivals a master of the first level of Xuan Qi, though it could be false."
Those dining put down their chopsticks, those drinking set down their wine glasses, and even those in mid-conversation ceased speaking. To these people from the martial world, nothing was more appealing than Shi Xiaole.
With no seats available, Shi Xiaole and Su Yanru made to return to their rooms, but someone instantly called out, "Young Hero Shi, there's room here if you don't mind."
"Young Hero Shi, there's plenty of space here."
"Young Master Shi, why don't you sit here?"
People were falling over each other to invite Shi Xiaole, casting angry stares at one another.
