Holding a cup of tea, Wang Xian quietly watched the line of uninvited guests before him.
Three men and two women, all carrying an extraordinary air. He had no idea which great sect they belonged to.
Uncle Fu yawned. "Young master, I'll go rest first. We still have to travel tomorrow."
"Wait!"
Just then, a young woman in green, around seventeen years old, suddenly stepped forward and stopped Uncle Fu as he was about to head back inside.
She turned to Wang Xian and snapped, "Young master, our Eastern Phoenix Clan has booked this inn. Clear out this courtyard immediately!"
Before Wang Xian could reply, the five people before him moved aside and bowed in greeting.
A young man dressed in a white robe, looking every bit the scholar in his Confucian robes, walked into the courtyard.
A fine jade pendant hung from his waist. He walked with an unhurried rhythm and measured steps, entering the courtyard and coming to stand before the others.
He looked around, seemingly satisfied with the courtyard, then introduced himself. "I'm from the Heavenly Saint Sect. This junior sister is from the Eastern Phoenix Clan, and this one is from the Kunlun Sword Sect..."
Like someone reciting a list of treasured items, the man named each person's sect, as if telling Wang Xian to take the old man and get lost.
The young woman in green from the Eastern Phoenix Clan looked at the mask on Wang Xian's face with obvious displeasure.
She looked at him as if he were some bandit from the martial world, and snapped, "This is Young Master Bai from the Heavenly Saint Sect. Be sensible and get lost!"
"Young master!"
Uncle Fu shuddered. He knew Wang Xian's temper.
He was afraid that blood would be spilled in the blink of