In the crowd, Xue Ke was unhappy.
All afternoon he had been preparing for the banquet, not having caught a glimpse of the Martial Arts Exchange.
You should know that the elites from all the major clans in Shengjing were present, with as many masters as there were beauties.
He had originally wanted to take a good look around.
"That table over there isn't set straight, are you blind? Can't you see it?"
"What are you staring at? Go move the wine."
"Where are the cleaning people? There are still bloodstains here that haven't been cleaned up, are you idiots?"
Xue Ke was all fired up, and at this moment, even a passing dog might get slapped hard twice.
Facing Xue Ke's scolding, the people of the Xue Clan dared not retort, considering his status.
That was the legitimate grandson of the Family Head, the Family Head was getting on in years, and after this Martial Arts Exchange, it was about time to choose a successor.
