More than ten tables away from Bai Yang and the others, a group of people were arguing with a manager from Misty Rain Tower. Nearby, a waiter watched nervously, not daring to say a word.
The manager of Misty Rain Tower was a stout, fat man with a kindly smile, though his gaze was razor-sharp.
He was a fat man with Earth Emperor Realm cultivation. If he didn't have some skill, he wouldn't be able to keep order as a manager at Misty Rain Tower.
The amused expressions on the faces of the diners around them showed just how formidable the fat man was.
The group arguing with Misty Rain Tower all looked quite young. Five men and three women, eight people in all, were red in the face as they argued with the manager. They were the same group who had appeared on the teleportation formation alongside Bai Yang and the others.
"We don't have any military merit yet. Could we owe you for now?"
"Don't worry, we won't skip out on the bill. We're from the Cangnan Saber Sect on Tianlan Star. We can leave a guarantee. If we don't repay what we owe, you can go to our sect to collect."
"We can't leave our weapon to cover the bill. If we do, our strength will be greatly reduced. Just trust us—we'll definitely pay you back."
"You didn't say beforehand that we couldn't pay with raw stones..."
The five men and three women argued their case to the fat manager.
The fat manager still wore a beaming smile, but his gaze had turned gloomy. His tone remained cordial, though there was a chill beneath it. "Misty Rain Tower welcomes and serves tens of thousands of diners every day. How could we stay in business if everyone without