"What's going on?" Huangfu Chongzhi's brows furrowed slightly. Though his face remained impassive, he was already deeply displeased.
Xu Luo, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow. He often visited the Imperial Palace, so he could naturally tell from the beautiful young woman's attire that she was a Palace Maid. And the young man sitting there, his expression cold and disdainful, was none other than the same youth who had provoked him earlier that day—the one riding the giant, scale-covered bird.
'Jiang Tianhai's brother…' Xu Luo thought, then turned his gaze to Shangguan Qing. He wanted to know if this was the young man's own doing or if Shangguan Qing had ordered him to stir up trouble at the banquet.
Deep down, Xu Luo didn't believe someone of Shangguan Qing's stature would stoop to such low-level tactics. However, Shangguan Qing's performance tonight had shown Xu Luo the casual disdain sect members held for the secular world.
