Gu An was completely unaware of the undercurrents within the Sect, his gaze always locked on the cultivator hiding their cultivation.
That person, facing the deliberate provocation from the neighboring seat, maintained a surprising restraint, quietly enjoying their meal. Gu An initially thought this incident would thus subside.
But reality proved that yielding does not make those who seek trouble stop.
Smack!
Two more peanuts flew over with a disdainful curve.
At this moment, the hand across the table paused with the chopsticks, turning to look at the person who threw the peanuts.
A young man in his early twenties, accompanied by two peers of the same age.
"Slipped hand, I suppose you wouldn't mind, right?" The young man laughed unrestrainedly.
Silence congealed in the air for a moment, the person only nodded slightly: "No problem."
"Hahaha." The young man suddenly laughed loudly, "I thought you'd be more arrogant, yet you still bow your head after knowing my identity.
