The man had not even seen where the two attacks came from before the impact of spiritual qi knocked him to the ground.
His expression turned utterly ugly.
The man leading the group had been about to act as well, but after glancing at the private room upstairs, its beaded curtain half rolled up, he silently lowered his saber.
Yes, he had realized that the attack had come from the people upstairs.
He withdrew his gaze and looked again at the man with two bloody cuts across his face. "This is a warning to watch your words and actions," he said coldly.
Su Jiu raised an eyebrow. She had not expected this ferocious-looking leader to take responsibility for everything.
The man was scared out of his wits, all his earlier loose-lipped arrogance gone.
The Su Family members left. Clearly terrified, Xiaotao left as well.
Only then did the spectators in the teahouse breathe sighs of relief. Though dissatisfied, they recalled how that man had been injured out of nowhere, and no one dared say another word about the Su Family.
At the same time, watching Xiaotao's retreating figure, Su Jiu and Chu Luohen set down their teacups, concealed themselves, and leaped out the window.
It was not until half an hour later that the waiter discovered the private room had long been empty. All that remained were the now-cold tea and two crystal-clear spirit stones.
The waiter stared wide-eyed at the spirit stones before him. He searched around for the guests, and only after confirming that they really had gone did he put the stones away with some uncertainty, a trace of bewilderment still lingering in his eyes.
Ordinary visitors paid only a few copper coins for tea here. After all, most people in this city were mortals, and even