The waiter was carried away by others in the teahouse, while Luo Zhi sat back down.
The others came forward, urging Luo Zhi not to be angry.
But Luo Zhi’s gaze kept drifting toward Chu Feng.
By now, Luo Zhi had realized that the incident had nothing to do with the waiter—it was Chu Feng’s doing.
He didn’t bother wondering *how* Chu Feng had done it; he only knew that Chu Feng had humiliated him, making him lose face in front of everyone.
Thus, the look he gave Chu Feng was laced with killing intent.
But Chu Feng completely ignored his murderous gaze.
In Chu Feng’s eyes, someone like Luo Zhi was despicable and shameless, likely having done plenty of vile deeds.
Of course, the world was full of bad people, and Chu Feng couldn’t clean them all up.
If Luo Zhi hadn’t crossed him, Chu Feng wouldn’t have bothered with him.
But if they dared to make a move against him, Chu Feng would make them regret it bitterly.
“What happened?”
“Young Master Luo, what just went down?”
Before long, a very fat middle-aged man walked in.
The man was dressed lavishly, dripping with gold and silver, looking like a nouveau riche.
From the crowd’s murmurs, Chu Feng learned that this greasy-looking man was the owner of the Green Bamboo Teahouse.
Looking at his tacky appearance and then at the somewhat refined teahouse, Chu Feng realized that the place’s design likely had nothing to do with this owner—he probably lacked the taste for it.
“Senior, your waiter actually tried to poison me with tainted tea. You must give me justice for this!”
Despite his earlier arrogance, Luo Zhi became surprisingly polite when addressing the owner.
In truth, he was just a bully who picked on the weak and feared the strong.
He’d threatened to smash the teahouse when dealing with the waiter, but faced with the owner, who had the cultivation of a Martial Immortal, he immediately adopted the demeanor of a respectful junior.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you an explanation,” the owner said. “But that female elder from Pingluo Temple—is she with your group?”
“Which one?” Luo Zhi asked.
“The tall, slender, fair-skinned girl with a black ponytail,” the owner described.
“That’s probably Li Chuchu. Yes, where is she?” Luo Zhi scanned the crowd.
“It got too smelly earlier because of you, and Li Chuchu has a thing about cleanliness, so she stepped outside,” someone said.
“Oh, that’s her then. What’s wrong, Senior? Did she cause trouble?” Luo Zhi asked.
“No trouble, but I heard from the waiter that someone saw her being dragged into a private room, and she didn’t seem willing. So I came to check with you,” the owner said.
“What? Someone dared to lay hands on my friend? They must have a death wish!”
Luo Zhi and his group were furious. “Senior, which room?”
“Come, lead Young Master Luo there,” the owner instructed.
A waiter stepped forward to guide Luo Zhi and his group.
Luo Zhi and his entourage stormed off aggressively.
But no one noticed the cold smirk that curled on the owner’s lips as they left.
Seeing that smirk, Chu Feng knew the owner was doing this on purpose.
Likely, Luo Zhi’s attack on the waiter had angered the owner.
So he was deliberately setting Luo Zhi up. If Chu Feng’s guess was right, the people in that private room were ones Luo Zhi couldn’t afford to offend.
“Xiu Luo, let’s go check it out too,” Song Ge whispered to Chu Feng.
“You don’t seem like the type to chase drama,” Chu Feng remarked.
“It’s not about drama. I know Li Chuchu too,” Song Ge said. “A young woman being dragged into a private room by strangers—I’m worried about what might happen to her.”
“Alright, let’s go see,” Chu Feng said, leading Song Ge out.
Luo Zhi’s group marched aggressively to the private room’s door.
With a loud *bang*, Luo Zhi kicked the door to splinters.
“Damn it, which blind fool dared to touch my friend?”
“Today, I’ll break your damn legs!”
Cursing, Luo Zhi charged in with his group.
His lackeys followed, brimming with bravado.
But the moment they rushed in, their ferocious expressions froze, replaced by panic and boundless fear.
“We’re in trouble. Big trouble, Song Ge. Let’s get out of here,” Wang Lian whispered urgently to Song Ge, tugging at her to leave.
At the same time, Chu Feng noticed the situation inside.
This private room was not only larger than the one Luo Zhi’s group had been in but also more elaborately decorated, clearly a higher-class room.
Luo Zhi’s earlier claim that their room was the most luxurious was obviously just boasting or posturing.
But that wasn’t the point. The real question was what could make Luo Zhi and his group so terrified.
It was, of course, the people.
Besides Luo Zhi’s group, there were over a dozen people in the room.
They all wore identical uniforms, clearly from the same sect.
And by coincidence, Chu Feng recognized the uniforms.
The old man and young woman he’d met near the Seven Suns Mountain Range had worn the same ones.
From their waist tokens, Chu Feng knew these were disciples of the Water Mirror Cave Heaven.
He could sense that the strongest among them was only a First Rank Heavenly Immortal.
By contrast, several in Luo Zhi’s group were First Rank Heavenly Immortals, and Luo Zhi himself had reached Second Rank Heavenly Immortal.
His cultivation made sense, though. Despite his carefree, playboy lifestyle, Luo Zhi was over a thousand years old—about the same age as Song Ge’s mother, despite pursuing her.
But that wasn’t the point. The real question was why Luo Zhi, with his Second Rank Heavenly Immortal cultivation, was so terrified of these First Rank Heavenly Immortals.
It wasn’t about strength but status.
The identity of these people struck fear into Luo Zhi’s heart.
“Where did these filthy dogs come from, daring to kick down my door?”
One man, seemingly the leader, spoke coldly.
And Li Chuchu was currently in his arms.
It was clear she wanted to resist but was too powerless—and too afraid—to do so.
