Tuoba Ye looked down at Chu Feng from above and snorted. "You lot disturbed my drinking."
Chu Feng remained amiable. He even raised his wine cup in a distant toast. "I recall that your table downstairs was making the most noise just now."
"Was it?" Tuoba Ye dug at his ear, the gesture utterly arrogant. "How come I didn't hear it? All I heard was a swarm of flies buzzing by my ears, annoying as hell."
He stepped forward, and the people behind him pressed closer as well, blocking the doorway.
"I'll give you a chance." Tuoba Ye held up one finger. "Get the hell out of here yourselves, and we'll let today's matter go. Otherwise, I'll send you on your way."
"You!" White Dragon could no longer restrain himself. He shot to his feet, dragging his chair backward with a grating screech.
Zhao Wuji also set down his wine cup, his gaze turning cold. He said nothing, but his hand had already settled on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
The atmosphere in the private room instantly dropped to freezing point.
The smile on Chu Feng's face vanished completely as well. He looked at Tuoba Ye, weighing the consequences of making a move.
Private fights in Celestial Origin City were no trivial matter. But this group had clearly come for Blue Star. If they backed down today, Blue Star cultivators would only find it harder to hold their heads high in the future.
Just then, Bai Lingshuang, who had remained silent all along, gently placed her wine cup back onto the table.
The bottom of the cup met the tabletop with a soft clink.
The sound was not loud, yet everyone's gaze gathered upon her.
She raised her head and calmly looked at Tuoba Ye in the