The saber-wearing disciple froze, not expecting such a response from Chu Fan.
His expression shifted, and he looked ready to explode.
But when he caught the calm, sharp glint in Chu Fan's eyes, an inexplicable chill shot through him. He swallowed the rebuke that was on the tip of his tongue.
He thought to himself, 'Starting something in the dining hall would be unwise...'
"Fine! Just you wait!" He shot Chu Fan a vicious glare, spat out the words, and stormed away.
The atmosphere in the dining hall grew tense as whispers started to break out.
"That Sun Zixuan is one of Boss Zhou's men from the Cyan Wood Hall. Chu Fan just snubbed him. He's asking for trouble."
"Not necessarily... I heard Master Zhou paid a steep price to get Chu Fan into the Cyan Wood Hall yesterday. He almost came to blows with the other Incense Masters over it. Who would dare touch a genius like that?"
