No matter what happened, Wang Daniu always appeared calm and in control, a rare coldness on his face that was inexplicably intimidating.
Emperor Qin hesitated slightly, moved closer to Wang Daniu, and followed Wang Daniu's gaze across to the opposite private room, which was empty.
"Da Niu, are you okay?"
"What can be wrong with me." Wang Daniu snapped back to reality, wrapped his arm around Emperor Qin's shoulder, the corner of his mouth wearing a cold and arrogant smile.
"Let's go, tonight I'll show you the world." Having said that, he took Emperor Qin to the center of the dance floor and moved to the rhythmic music with youthful vigor.
It was as if only by doing this could he wash away the insult he had just endured.
Wang Daniu simply couldn't believe it.
He, a top Xuan Arts Master, couldn't defeat a green youth.
It would be his own face he'd lose if word got out.
