The middle-aged man was helpless. The sullen young man stepped forward and sent every table and chair flying back with a deft burst of force. Most of the young men were only at the Integrating Realm, and they didn't look like they'd fought much, so they were easily sent sprawling. Only Zhu San dodged the furniture. He eyed the young man warily and left him with a threat. "Just you wait. You just wait. I'll remember you, punk. You'd better watch your back." Then, without bothering about the others, he ran off.
The tavern owner gave a wry smile. He wasn't surprised. The person most likely to cause trouble in Ten Thousand Cities was Zhu San. Fortunately, he wouldn't actually drag his family into a vendetta. At most, he'd throw out a few threats. The owner turned to the two men. "Please don't take it to heart. Third Master is just talking; he won't actually do anything. This way, please."
The middle-aged man patted the young man on the shoulder and led him toward the second floor. Halfway up, he sensed something and looked toward the third floor, where he saw Lu Yin and Wei Rong. The middle-aged man was surprised, then nodded and smiled politely.
The sullen young man beside him had also noticed Lu Yin. A hint of wariness flashed in his eyes, but he lowered his head and made no move.
Wei Rong was surprised. "Moore, a councilor from West Saint Dios. I didn't expect him to come too."
Lu Yin was puzzled. "Does Moore want to compete for the Original Treasure True Explanation as well?"
Wei Rong shook his head. "It doesn't seem likely. He isn't strong enough to compete."
Moore was a councilor from West Saint Dios, once a prominent figure. But since the Inner