The servants stood to the side without looking around.
The steward replaced the host and smilingly poured tea for Jiang Ming.
As if everything was perfectly normal.
But Jiang Ming's Martial Artist instincts sensed that all eyes were subtly focused on him.
Those eyes carried emotions of greed, desire, and obsession.
These emotions... made Jiang Ming very uneasy.
Jiang Ming looked at the steward, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
"Is this how you treat your guests?"
"Or is this how you deal with people from the City Lord's Mansion?"
"Do you not want those eyes of yours anymore?"
A hint of coldness appeared on Jiang Ming's face as he slammed the Chaofeng Pavilion's token hard onto the table.
In the next second, all those gazes directed at Jiang Ming vanished.
Jiang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly.
If nothing unexpected happens, this place is likely the rumored kind of most bizarre and unreasonable supernatural entity.
