At that moment, by the counter next to him, a burly man snickered mockingly.
Xu Yan cast a sidelong glance at the other party, a fifth-grade Martial Artist, and thus lifted his head high, "To be at such an old age and only reach fifth-grade realm, truly a waste!"
He was not someone who would be mocked and not retaliate.
"You said what?"
The burly man was furious, his aura surging about him, his gaze cold and sharp, as if he was looking for someone to devour.
"Guest, this is the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion!"
A maid by the side reminded in a tepid tone.
The burly man's body shook, and he hastily reined in his aura, glaring venomously at Xu Yan, "Kid, you'd best not step out of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, otherwise, hmph!"
With that, he turned and walked away.
Clearly, he was not going to let things rest.
"Young Master, you seem to have offended someone."
The maid in front of Xu Yan reminded him with a smile.
"Oh, and what happens when one offends people?"
