Everyone's hearts were pounding in terror. People from the Nine Sects—how could any of them be easy to mess with?
Luckily, this guy didn't seem intent on pursuing the matter to the end. Otherwise, every last one of them would be in for it.
Shen Shaotian raised his cup, took a light sip of wine, and waved his hand at the burly man.
"Thanks, sir."
The burly man let out a breath of relief, but he didn't dare stay here any longer. He lifted his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, still shaken, and turned to leave.
To have bumped into someone from the Nine Sects and still be in one piece—this burly man felt nothing but immense gratitude to the heavens.
After all, everyone on Yuning Mountain knew just how domineering and ruthless the younger generation of the Nine Sects were.
"Wait."
Just as the atmosphere at the scene was starting to ease, a lazy voice suddenly rang out from a window-side seat on the first floor. "What you said wasn't wrong. So why apologize?"
"Hm?"
