The hall was utterly silent, and Wu Daojiu's gaping mouth remained agape.
The other servants off to the side, along with several men and women who appeared to be guests, all looked shocked, as if they had not yet grasped the turn of events.
Xu Jin was ready to take a life at the slightest disagreement; that palm strike, if it had hit an ordinary person, would surely have resulted in urinary bleeding to death.
A trace of ferocity flickered in Lin Xin's eyes, and he was about to make a move to end the man's life completely.
But upon further thought, he realized that the image he needed to establish on this journey was that of a noble figure of the Righteous Path. If he acted too ruthlessly, it might affect his plan. He also needed to consider how the people present would spread word of his reputation.
With this in mind, he suppressed the urge to annihilate his adversary.
"It seems that this place indeed does not welcome the likes of me; I shall take my leave," he said.
