The gloomy-faced man was called Long Shankuāng. His name suited his personality perfectly—he looked down on everyone and was wildly arrogant.
"Where did this wild brat come from? You dare eavesdrop on my sect's secrets? I'd say you're tired of living!" Long Shankuāng immediately rose and confronted Ye Tian when their eyes met.
But just as his words fell, a trace of blood appeared on his face. Long Shankuāng froze for a moment, then raised a hand to touch it. Seeing the blood on his fingertips, he could not help but sweep his gaze around the room.
Quite a few of the tea drinkers had heard the argument and were watching the spectacle, but when they saw the cultivator lose his temper, they hurriedly lowered their heads and drank their tea.
Long Shankuāng scanned the area, yet detected nothing at all. He had no choice but to look once more at Ye Tian before him.
Long Shankuāng was deeply puzzled. His gaze had never left the man in front of him, and the people around them were mere mortals. Only this man before him was someone whose cultivation he could not see through. If anyone had injured him just now, it could only have been this man—but how had he hurt him without even moving?
Yet Ye Tian rose as though no one else existed, then looked at Long Shankuāng before him and smiled indifferently.
"So it was you. You really have the guts of a bear and the gall of a leopard—you actually dared to launch a sneak attack on me? Is Seeking Dragon Mountain's name something you dare provoke?" Long Shankuāng said sharply.
Slap! Ye Tian struck Long Shankuāng across the face.
Seeing this, everyone knew trouble was brewing, and some hurriedly fled the restaurant.
Long Shankuāng came