Indeed, the waiter's words immediately drew the red-haired man's attention to Ye Yinzhu.
He sized up Ye Yinzhu from head to toe, clearly not remembering the incident at the city gate. A proud young man of his stature wouldn't bother to remember such a trivial matter at the city gates.
Noticing that the place on the left side of Ye Yinzhu's chest, where a magic emblem should be, was empty, a trace of disdain flashed in the red-haired youth's eyes. A mage not wearing an emblem could mean only two things: either they had just become a mage and their rank was too low, or they were a powerful mage who did not want their strength revealed by their badge. In the eyes of the red-haired youth, Ye Yinzhu clearly belonged to the former category. Little did he know that besides receiving a junior mage's badge, Ye Yinzhu had never been appraised by the Mage's Guild.
