In fact, it wasn't just the others—even Jiang Wanzhao was stunned.
'Uh, what's going on? Can a new hairstyle really make him this badass!?'
'He dismissed Liu Chenyu—a woman with skin thicker than a fortress wall—in just a few sentences?'
Seeing Liu Chenyu leave, Zou Feng zipped over to Jiang Wanzhao. "Senior Sister Jiang," he said, "why don't we talk at my humble place?"
Jiang Wanzhao stared blankly at Zou Feng's new hairstyle from up close for a moment.
'I have to admit, it looks pretty badass. Very few male disciples in the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect style themselves like this.'
Nodding, Jiang Wanzhao led the way toward the Hongxing Inn.
Next, Zou Feng cupped his fist to the surrounding crowd. "Thank you, fellow disciples, for witnessing my Foundation Establishment. Today, every disciple present can go to my restaurant, 'Crazy Stir-fry,' and eat as much fried rice as you like, on the house!"
