As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall was shaken.
The serving girl shivered all over, then looked up at the person who spoke.
She saw the man standing in front of the table with a hint of weariness on his face.
Zhao Jingsheng saw that he didn't recognize this man, and his face instantly darkened, "Who do you think you are, to dare interrupt my fun? Get lost!"
The man, however, ignored Zhao Jingsheng's shouting and instead looked at the serving girl, then smiled slightly, "The plain noodles taste really good, thank you!"
For some reason, upon seeing the man's smile, the serving girl felt a pang in her nose, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.
Zhao Jingsheng became even more furious at the sight. "What? Want to play the hero? You don't even measure up!"
As he spoke, Zhao Jingsheng struck out with his palm, carrying a gust of wind towards the man.
Though he was a quasi-Golden Immortal forcibly cultivated, he was still just an amateur!
