"Shush!"
A Jianghu hero, his gaze unintentionally falling upon a spot near the restaurant window, immediately gestured for silence.
The people who were loudly discussing turned their heads to look.
By the restaurant window sat a black-haired youth dressed in a Purple Sun brocade robe.
The young man was handsome, drinking by himself. Beside him, a treasure saber nearly as tall as a person was particularly eye-catching.
"We didn't expect to see a disciple from the inner court of the Purple Sun School here," someone whispered.
The others nodded and lowered their voices.
Openly demeaning someone's school, especially when it was rumored to be the weakest at the New Talent Convention, was never a good idea.
If the other party had a violent temper, blood might splatter!
The black-haired youth was none other than Luo Feng. After annihilating the Red Blood Fort, he had traveled day and night, stopping at this restaurant to rest.
Last place in the New Talent Convention...
