"Hmph, Emperor Wu is destined to lose?"
Their words attracted the attention of a table of young people nearby.
A man dressed in silk garments stood up, casting his gaze towards Nie Yuan, "Back in the day, their battle was evenly matched, Emperor Wu has never been inferior to anyone, how could he possibly lose to the Peerless Saint?"
"I was just repeating what I've heard. If you find it unpleasant, you are free to leave. What does it matter to you?"
Nie Shu frowned. After all, he was the second Young Master of the Nie Family and had quite a reputation across the eight lands.
Now, while he was conversing with Mo Wangchen, a stranger unexpectedly interrupted, how could he show a good face to such a person?
"I am Luo Hong of the Luo Family, and I don't appreciate you disrespecting the Emperor Wu's reputation here." The youth in silk garments was assertive, gazing at Nie Shu with hostility.
"Luo Family? The Luo Family in the Martial Land?"
