"This Martial Arts Tea Party gets worse every year. How did they let any riffraff in?"
The voice was sharp and piercing, yet completely unfamiliar. Hong Yu knew he had never met the speaker.
He turned around. The first thing that met his eyes was a magnificent carriage.
The carriage was entirely silver. According to the rules of the Xiahuang Ancient Kingdom, no one outside the Imperial Family was permitted to call their carriage a Golden Carriage.
Still, anyone who could use a silver carriage was a person of some status.
In front of the carriage stood a young man in fine robes, staring at Hong Yu with a disdainful expression, as if utterly disgusted by his presence.
The man's face was unfamiliar.
