Across from the burly man stood a young nobleman with a slightly pale complexion, a sinister smirk at the corners of his mouth, and an air both delicate and venomous. He was dressed in luxurious red robes, with a slender silver longsword hanging at his waist. Fearlessly, he stared at the burly man. This man too was at the Ancestral Saint Realm, Second Layer.
"Zhang Zishen! If you're looking to die, I'll gladly grant your wish!!!" the burly man bellowed abruptly. His voice roared like a tiger's growl, causing the entire main hall of the Songyue Restaurant to faintly tremble.
"This young master wants nothing more than to die. Feng Zhu, go ahead and try granting my wish," the venomous noble scoffed dismissively, his smirk deepening.
"You..." The burly man, Feng Zhu, fumed with rage, his eyes bulging. The hammer in his hand began to tremble as though he couldn't suppress his urge to swing it.
At that moment.
A middle-aged man with a slight hunch hurriedly emerged from the back hall.
