Light flowed.
A few breaths later, the two women had recovered to their peak condition.
"M-monster..."
Meng Yiran stared at Qin Feng in disbelief.
Qin Feng had instantly restored their nearly depleted bodies to normal, yet he had not even taken a breath!
Would anyone believe this if they heard it?
Normally, when a support-type Soul Master assisted others, they expended their own Soul Power to make up for what others had lost.
And the more people they treated or supported, the greater the consumption.
Yet Qin Feng was completely unaffected.
He was simply too monstrous.
Bang!
At that moment, the door to their private room was kicked open.
When the man saw the two women and one man, an immensely delighted smile appeared on his face.
Many of them had never seen Qin Feng before.
Their most basic judgment was simply two women and one man.
Soon, a large group gathered there.
They recognized Qin Feng.
Yet Qin Feng acted as though he had not seen them arrive, continuing to eat and drink.
He had not even gotten a bite to eat before wasting time fooling around with those idiots. Did they have something wrong with their brains?
"Kid, what do you mean by this?"
Seeing that so many people had surrounded him while Qin Feng remained utterly unconcerned, a black-robed man immediately shouted in fury.
His icy gaze fixed on Qin Feng as seven Spirit Rings rose around him.
Everyone else wore expressions as though they were watching a show.
Only the innkeeper's legs were trembling.
If they really started fighting, he would be the one to suffer!
A battle between Soul Saint-level experts could overturn his entire little restaurant at any moment.
It might even be razed to the ground.
"I should be asking what you mean!"