The young man's expression remained unchanged.
A dry, dark blue hand reached forward as if reaching for the moon, catching the silvery light directly in its grasp.
Abruptly, he flung it outwards, sending the silvery light flying at an even faster speed.
A muffled groan was heard, evidently someone outside the tea house had suffered.
'Thud, thud, thud!'
Seven or eight dark shadows followed and burst into the tea house.
Their attire was quite different from the rest of the people present.
They all wore tight little braids, earrings on their ears, and some had nose rings on their noses.
Clad in high-collared fur robes and black caps, they were clearly not dressed like people from the Central Plains.
One of them, clutching a bleeding wound on his right arm, glared angrily at the young man with a blue face.
"Blue Jade Hand Ma Shaoqi, Smiling Tiger Niu Dainan, insulting the Master of Wanma Country's residence in broad daylight, such a heinous crime!
