The man's expression changed drastically. He snarled, "Kid, don't push your luck! The young masters are not people you can afford to offend."
"Scram, or don't blame me for what happens next." A sliver of icy chill radiated from Ye Xuan, forcing the man to back away repeatedly. Ye Xuan then strode toward the nearest cultivation room.
The commotion immediately attracted the attention of the other students nearby.
"Who is that? He even dares to use the cultivation rooms the young masters have a standing reservation for. Is he trying to get himself killed?"
"Huh, it's Ye Xuan. No wonder he's so bold."
"Ye Xuan? You don't mean that piece of trash Ye Xuan, do you? Is he trying to get himself killed?"
"Shh, keep it down. I heard that in the cold-faced instructor's cultivation class yesterday, Ye Xuan taught Young Master Zhou Yan a brutal lesson. Snatching a few cultivation rooms from the young masters is nothing to him."
"For real?"
The crowd broke into a flurry of discussion.
