In the lead was a young man who looked to be in his thirties. He wore dark gold robes covered in all sorts of mysterious inscriptions, with powerful energy rippling across the surface.
It was clearly a treasured garment!
The young man was handsome, his gaze profound, as if his eyes held the sun, moon, and stars. He looked at Xu Luo, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "You're Luo Tian?"
Xu Luo frowned slightly but didn't say a word.
The young man was surrounded by a retinue. One of them, a younger man of about twenty-five or twenty-six standing beside him, snapped coldly, "The Young Master is speaking to you. Are you mute?"
"Where did this dog come from? Can't its master keep it on a leash, letting it bark all over the place?" Xu Luo's expression darkened. He slammed his wine cup onto the table with a sharp CRACK, looked at the young man, and said, "Get out!"
"You're courting death!" The young man beside the leader flew into a rage. He took a step forward, about to attack Xu Luo.
