Outside the restaurant, five cultivators clad in green robes, each wielding a sheathed sword, looked down at two others kneeling on the ground, a male and a female, one of them a green-haired youngster holding his shoulder, which was already bleeding.
"Bastard, what do you think you are doing? Are you not afraid of offending the Kaz Clan?" the female cultivator shouted, standing up to shield the one who was bleeding from the shoulder.
"What is there to be afraid of? Our Dream Light Sword Sect has one of the sword worlds as our backer, so don't even think you can pull the weight of your clan here."
A blue-haired young man said, taking calm steps toward the two cultivators. Despite people already gathering around them, with some even hurling insults at the five cultivators, they had no intention of letting the two youngsters on the ground go.
Of course, people could only insult rather than take action, since they feared the backgrounds of these five cultivators.
