The whole situation was strange… very strange.
Lian Cheng looked at the amicable young master, who did not seem angry at all over such a simple accident. The man had even asked the waiter if he was injured.
Lian Cheng was stunned. His eyes registered the anomaly, but his mind could not process it.
Was this young master not supposed to be angry? Should he not have caused a commotion, or at least arrogantly slapped the mortal waiter? Why was he so kind? Was he some kind of saint, or had he reached an ultimate understanding of the Dharma?
Wait… was this still Thousand Treasure City? The city ruled by the demonic path sect, the Sky Severing Demon Valley?
Why?
Lian Cheng's mind nearly short circuited. He could not understand what he was seeing.
He looked around and noticed that the people nearby did not seem confused at all, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.
