The three human cultivators looked at the Yaksha opposite them, their eyes brimming with hostility, and did not take their seats for a long while.
The Yaksha race looked upon the humans with equal ill will.
The Yaksha considered themselves a race superior to humans. Being made to share a table with humans was no different from an insult.
The atmosphere gradually turned cold and grim. The situation seemed ready to ignite at a touch, and even the clamorous great hall quietly fell silent.
Xu Chunniang looked toward the Yaksha and the human cultivators. The grudge between the humans and the Yaksha race ran deep; the Treant King could not possibly have overlooked the situation before her.
Most likely, she had arranged it deliberately.
Could it be... that she wanted to intensify the conflict between the humans and the Yaksha race?
As Xu Chunniang pondered, the fangs on the mask of the leading Yaksha curled upward. He spoke blandly to the three human cultivators.
"This place has already been claimed by our Yaksha race. Get lost and find somewhere else!"
The three human cultivators were all mighty figures of the Body Integration Realm. How could they endure such humiliation? Their faces immediately darkened.
If not for their concern over Treant King Bai Ran, they would even have wanted to strike directly.
The leading elder stared gloomily at the Yaksha. So furious that he laughed instead, he said, "The Yaksha conceal their faces behind masks their entire lives. I suppose even you know that the Yaksha race was born ugly. If you did not cover your faces, you would be too hideous to show yourselves, wouldn't you?"
"You!!"
Sure enough, the Yaksha were enraged. Their gazes nailed the elder through their masks, as though they wished to bore holes through him.