Chu Huai Ren found Su Mo somewhat familiar.
But there were too many people attending today; it was impossible for him to remember every single one.
As for this seemingly nameless nobody before him, he was even more at a loss.
He didn't even know this person—how could he have offended him?
He instinctively cupped his hands in greeting:
"May I ask, good brother, your esteemed surname and great name?"
"I don't know where I, your younger brother here, might have offended you?"
Just as his words reached this point, a voice rang out.
"If you have some grievance or feud, handle it among yourselves as you will.
"Just don't hinder our proper business."
A burly man was seen shouting angrily:
"This old thief can't hold out much longer—everyone go up together, shoulder to shoulder, he's just one breath away from death."
As he spoke, he was already taking the lead.
He leaped forward; the single saber in his hand already aimed at Chu Huai Ren's head.
