Looking at the jade token in his hand, Zu An roughly understood that this should represent the top VIP level of Xiaoyao Tower, and obviously it was not easy to meet this requirement.
The fact that my number is 333 proves that there are many people like me.
Moreover, judging from the steward's tone, there were other places like Xiaoyao Tower, and he was marveling at the immense power of Xiaoyao Tower when he heard this harsh mockery.
Zuan turned around and saw a group of people standing on the stairs, led by a young nobleman who was sneering at him.
Despite the freezing weather, he was fanning himself with a fan, clearly a pretentious person trying to appear cultured.
The key issue is that he doesn't exude any dashing or debonair charm. Although he's wearing a mask, you can still clearly see that he has dead fish eyes, which are very lifeless. Standing there, his body is crooked and leaning against the railing, which makes his whole demeanor even more sleazy.
Zu An roughly sensed the fluctuations of his spiritual energy and found that his cultivation level was around the fifth rank.
So he glanced at him and then stopped paying attention to him, instead noticing the old man behind him.
He stood there with a calm and composed demeanor, and the faint fluctuations of Yuan Qi emanating from his body should be around the seventh rank. Well, he could barely be considered a master.
As for the followers behind them, their cultivation levels ranged from the third to the fourth rank, and there were even some ordinary people who looked like servants.
In the capital, such a group of people is nothing special, but in the local area, such a force is not to be underestimated; it is enough to wipe out some small sects in the martial arts world.
Upon hearing the question, the steward politely replied, "Xiaoyao Tower has its own criteria for recognizing distinguished guests. This young master meets the requirements, so he is naturally entitled to receive the jade token."
The man with the dead fish eyes snorted coldly, about to say something, when the old man behind him whispered something in his ear. Seemingly somewhat wary of the power of the Xiaoyao Tower, he ultimately didn't dare to act too recklessly.
He turned around and saw Zu An. Seemingly sensing the disdain in Zu An's eyes, he became extremely displeased and glared at him with his dead fish eyes: "What are you looking at?"
Zuan couldn't help but laugh. He never expected that one day someone would use this skill on him. So he replied without hesitation with the standard answer: "So what if I hit you?"
The dead fish-eyed man's chest heaved rapidly, clearly enraged: "Very well, it's been a long time since anyone has dared to speak to me like that."
Anger from Sun Ji: +222 +222 +222...
Sun Ji?
Zuan scanned his mind for a moment, but had no recollection of the name: "Heh, so arrogant, I thought he was the heir of the Prince of Yan. I wonder where this nobody came from."
The heir apparent of the Prince of Yan naturally has the surname Zhao, so it is obviously impossible for him to be the person in front of us.
He had just reflected on how he had been slacking off in earning anger points lately, and now that he had the chance, how could he not take advantage of it to the fullest?
As expected, the dead-fish-eyed man flew into a rage: "You have successfully angered me, and you will soon pay the price."
Anger from Sun Ji: +444 +444 +444...
The steward standing to the side looked at Zu An with a strange expression and couldn't help but glance at him again, thinking to himself, how does this person know that the other party is not the Prince of Yan? Everyone is wearing a mask.
Could it be that he is very familiar with the Crown Prince of Yan?
But that doesn't make sense. If he were truly familiar with the Prince of Yan's heir, he shouldn't have failed to recognize the man before him.
Zuan looked at the other person with a mocking expression: "Have you been relying on your words to show off all your life?"
"You!" The dead fish-eyed man pointed at Zu An, and the skin on his neck was visibly red, clearly caused by rising anger.
Anger from Sun Ji: +682 +682 +682...
At this moment, the old man behind him also stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Young man, you must know the saying that trouble comes from the mouth when you are out and about."
Zuan said calmly, "Old people should stay at home and take care of their grandchildren when they get old. If they go out and cause trouble, they might ruin their reputation in their later years."
The old man narrowed his eyes: "At your age, reaching the sixth rank so quickly is quite a feat. You must be very arrogant. But let me give you some advice: there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your reach. It's best not to be too arrogant when you're out in the world. Throughout history, many geniuses have died before they could realize their potential."
Yang Long's anger level increased by 280...
He had obviously just secretly observed Zuan's energy fluctuations and was relieved to know that he was only a sixth-rank cultivator. The threatening intent in his words was already evident.
Although he was certain he could defeat his opponent, the fact that the opponent had reached the sixth rank at such a young age suggested that his family might have some powerful connections. Therefore, he decided to hold back for now and give him a warning so that the opponent would back down.
Zuan picked at his ear, then flicked it casually: "Like master, like dog. I don't dare to hit it, all I know is to bark loudly."
The butler standing to the side: "..."
This guy seemed so polite just now, how did he become such a troublemaker? His sharp tongue must be infuriating to the other side.
The old man named Yang Long dodged the non-existent earwax attack by sidestepping, his face turning ashen.
The man with the dead fish eyes turned to the steward of Xiaoyao Tower and asked, "How did he obtain your jade token?"
The butler took out a pigeon-egg-sized sapphire from the side: "This top-quality cornflower blue sapphire is truly rare and precious..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Dead Fish Eyes: "Heh, I thought he was some kind of arrogant outsider, but he's just a nouveau riche with a worthless gem. Old Yang, spare his life for the sake of Xiaoyao Tower, just cut out his tongue."
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