I pointed at a bigger table where a bunch of young people nearing their thirties dined. Among them sat a beauty.
"Because she's sitting over there."
The table consisted of seven people, five women and two men. Thanks to my cultivation and enhanced senses, I could hear them when I listened carefully despite the distance. To be honest, I wouldn't think a new professor could afford dining here. A few thousand dollars for a meal would empty half of their monthly wage.
"Let's raise this toast for Smith, I hope you can have a long life and many opportunities to treat us to a meal here again, cheers!" One of the guys, a simple-looking man with short black hair and brown eyes, nothing like mine, brought a cup of wine to his lips and gulped it down.
"Cheers," the group repeated after him, and all took a sip.
