"Well, look at the pretty girl who just showed up. You're really good-looking. Don't tell me you want some of this Pangolin meat, too?"
The young man leading the group stood up, his gaze locked onto Haitang.
Cradling the dead Pangolin in her hands, Haitang was overcome with sadness. She didn't even spare him a glance as she turned and walked away.
"What's that supposed to mean? You think you can just take it from me?"
His name was Liu Haoran, the scion of a well-known corporation. He was also a recently awakened Martial Cultivator, set to report to Wencheng University's Ancient Academy the very next day.
That was why he had come out with his friends today for a special feast.
As he spoke, Liu Haoran and his five or six friends surrounded Tu Xiao'an's table. Ignoring everyone else, their eyes were fixed on Haitang.
