"Who is this woman? Demanding to clear the place the moment she arrives?"
"Keep your voice down! She's from Windwelcome Academy. If you value your life, you'd better keep your mouth shut!"
CLATTER! The sound of chairs scraping and dishes clashing echoed through the restaurant as, one by one, patrons looked toward the newly arrived master and disciple with fawning expressions.
The young woman wore a cyan gown, her hair tied in a ponytail. With her hands clasped behind her back, her narrowed eyes, filled with an extreme arrogance, swept a cold gaze across the room. Standing beside her was a man in his forties with an indifferent expression, slowly fanning himself with a folding fan.
The restaurant owner rushed over at the sound of the commotion, his face initially clouded with annoyance. But upon seeing the two newcomers, his anger instantly vanished, replaced by an expression of extreme sycophancy.
