The inn where Li Fan was staying had two figures arriving at its entrance.
In the inn's lobby, a young man glanced at the man beside him and said, "Sir, since you have an appetite, how about another bowl of noodles?"
"No need." The man shook his head, glanced around the surroundings, and then sat down at a spot in the middle, saying, "Everyone, if you could spare a moment, please avoid here for a while."
The people in the lobby turned their gaze toward the middle-aged man who spoke, all frowned slightly; some didn't bother to respond, while others said, "Your request, sir, is somewhat impolite."
The middle-aged man said nothing, but an intangible pressure emanated from him, making everyone feel as if their hearts stopped beating for a moment, an extreme oppressiveness.
However, the pressure vanished as quickly as it appeared, but the crowd rose up swiftly and left the inn.
