As his cold voice rang out, the black-robed young man stood up. He strode forward to stand in front of Meng Hao's table. He stared at him coldly for a moment, then sat down.
Meng Hao's expression was calm as he looked at the young man. He said nothing, instead raising the cup and taking another drink.
"You have a Thunderclap Leaf!" said the black-robed young man, looking at Meng
