After hearing this, Shen Chu understood. So they were a local tyrant-level force.
He glanced at Li Chengwen. Though Li Chengwen's expression was unpleasant, he had clearly been intimidated by the name "Longchuan Sword Sect" and had no intention of speaking again.
The moment the man in white said this, everyone silently lowered their heads. Some even rose directly, scurrying back to their rooms to pack their things.
Li Chengwen was still in a daze when the man in white deliberately turned his gaze toward them again, a teasing smile curling across his lips. "What? Fatty, why aren't you getting lost?"
At those words, Li Chengwen's face turned green, then white.
He had originally planned to give way.
The other side had strength in numbers and were local tyrants. There was no need to stir up trouble over a few rooms.
But that remark from the man in white, especially said in front of the woman, was like a hard slap across his face, leaving it burning with pain.
He, Li Chengwen, might not have been some great figure, but he was still the eldest young master of the Li Family. From childhood until now, he had never been humiliated so publicly.
Especially in... especially in front of that woman.
If he slunk away and yielded like this, how could he ever raise his head before her again?
Hot blood rushed to his head. Li Chengwen suddenly turned around and glared at the man in white.
"What's this? Don't you understand the principle of first come, first served? I reserved these rooms first, and I've already paid. What gives you the right to make me give them up just because you say so? So what if you're from the Longchuan Sword Sect? Does the Longchuan Sword Sect get to throw