At the sound from outside, the private room's door was abruptly shoved open from without in a brazen manner. A young man in brocade robes, looking to be in his twenties, strode in grandly, tapping a folding fan against his palm. Several guards followed behind him.
The young man had upturned eyes, faint blue-black bags beneath them, and skin that was unnaturally pale. His steps were unsteady; one look told Zhang Tie that he was the sort who spent his days drowning in wine and women. There were four guards behind him. In Zhang Tie's eyes, although they looked powerfully built and full of vigor, they were all below Knight rank, around levels thirteen or fourteen. Even if ten thousand more of them came, the people in the private room would not spare them a glance.
The brocade-clad young man swaggered into the room. When he saw Ji Yuelan and Jiang Ruoxin inside, his eyes suddenly lit up like two ghostly flames. As for Zhang Tie and the Liu brothers, he filtered them out completely—Zhang Tie was too young, and his clothes were too cheap, making him seem like an insignificant attendant. Though the Liu brothers were divine generals, their burly, rough appearances made them look like thugs, lacking the stately air of powerful figures. Naturally, the young man paid them no heed.
Most crucially, the young man himself was not even level eleven. With Zhang Tie and the others deliberately keeping a low profile, he could not sense the aura of divine generals from them at all. He only took those seated here for ordinary people. How could such "ordinary people" possibly catch his eye?
"Hahaha, so there are beauties here. No wonder, no wonder..." the brocade-clad youth said frivolously. With a swish, he snapped open his folding fan