"Uh..."
The waiter stood in the room, looking at the six people who even regarded Tianyuan Sect with disdain, instantly breaking out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself that this time there better not be a fight, otherwise he'd be caught in the crossfire.
Zhang Taiyi sat expressionlessly on the chair, showing no intention of getting up, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
Shen Tu rolled his Bai eyes, a faint killing intent gradually emanating from him, as if the temperature in the whole room was slowly dropping.
Jin Zhanfei had a carefree and indifferent demeanor, drawing a small turtle shape on the table with his finger.
Tong Qianchen was filled with anger, as if ready to fight anyone from Tianyuan Sect who dared to enter.
Ye Fan's expression was calm, pondering something unknown in his heart.
