Luo Feng disregarded Duan Lin's murderous gaze. A smile touched his face as he said lightly, "Brother Duan, thanks for your hospitality."
Hearing Luo Feng's words, a strange expression appeared on the faces of the nearby diners. The young maids of the Linxian Building also turned slightly red, trying their best to suppress their laughter.
A meal costing over ten thousand Grade-2 Yuan Stones was an extravagant affair. Not just for a Martial Artist of the Spiritual Rotation Realm; even those from the True Yuan Realm wouldn't typically spend so lavishly.
From Duan Lin's ugly expression, the onlookers could easily guess his current mood.
Nanxuan, already displeased with these Sky Sword Pavilion disciples for interrupting her meal, now lifted her small face and said to Ling Qingwu with a mischievous smile, "Senior Sister Ling, the disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion are indeed extraordinary. They can spend thirty thousand Grade-2 Yuan Stones without batting an eye."
