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Then, without another word, seeing that something was happening, Annie—who had never been one to shy away from a commotion—and the immortal maiden 887, who was working at her desk, both turned toward the sound in unison.
In the next instant, they saw a young man standing at another counter about twenty or thirty paces away. Dressed like a wandering swordsman in a brown martial outfit, he looked young, with a resolute face marked by boundless indignation. He was waving his arms excitedly and shouting at the female clerk behind the counter in a thick regional accent:
"Outrageous!"
"This is going too far!"
"This is simply too much!"
"I am Ye Fan!"
"The Great Emperor of the Reckless Wilderness!"
"I began martial arts training at three, and reached the first rank of martial artists by the age of eight! I entered the Houtian realm at thirteen, broke through to Xiantian at fifteen, and became the Martial Emperor of the Reckless Wilderness Terrans at eighteen, invincible beneath the heavens!"
"At twenty, I sensed the Heavenly Dao, shattered the void, and ascended to this upper realm!"
"And yet... you actually expect me to run errands and do odd jobs at some little restaurant? Carry plates and sweep the floor?"
"This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard!"
"I absolutely refuse to accept such an insult!"
"We cultivators have unbending spines. How could we endure such humiliation?!"
The angrier he got, the more a fierce sword aura began to burst from him. It was faint, but unmistakably a sign of true energy being released. He had clearly been a top expert in his original world; even losing control of his emotions was enough to make his sword aura spill out. He was certainly no ordinary man.
But that