"How dare you speak so recklessly of the Third Elder!"
"Brat, do you know where you are?"
Dong Luo and the other young man flew into a rage. They glared at Qin Hao and shouted.
Senior Brother Wang raised a hand to stop them. Narrowing his eyes at Qin Hao, he said gravely, "If you're just passing through, don't meddle. If you know what's good for you, leave at once."
"And if I insist on meddling?" Qin Hao's tone remained calm as he leisurely sipped his tea.
Senior Brother Wang's face darkened.
The other two were furious as well. One of them snapped, "Brat, do you know who we are? We're Holy Sons of the Mysterious Feather Holy Hall. You dare speak recklessly of the Holy Hall in front of us? You're courting death."
"Holy Sons?" Qin Hao glanced at the young man and shook his head. "Mere King-Sealing Creation cultivators think they deserve that title?"
"You..." The young man's face flushed red. He wanted to kill Qin Hao.
All around them, the Restaurant had fallen utterly silent.
The customers, who had already braced themselves for death, stared at Qin Hao in astonishment. None of them understood why he had suddenly come to their aid.
And yet...
Though they could not see through Qin Hao's cultivation, even Senior Brother Wang, their leader, clearly feared him.
As for Dong Luo...
Qin Hao had not even moved, yet he had effortlessly blocked Dong Luo's palm strike.
The waiter was stunned senseless.
He had warned Qin Hao to leave out of kindness, lest disaster befall him. Now, in the blink of an eye, Qin Hao was the one helping them?
"Do you think being a Half-Step Sovereign means you can stand against the Mysterious Feather Holy Hall?" Senior Brother Wang's eyes flickered. "I