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"Oh, what a coincidence. This spot was taken by me first, so you can ask your young master to find another place," Mo Wen said, taking a sip from his teacup before setting it down and glancing at the burly man. He continued to drink his tea, unfazed. The man was merely a martial artist, and Mo Wen was not intimidated by him. Moreover, during the Wu Hui in Moro City, private fights were prohibited as per the official announcement. He did not believe anyone would dare to cause trouble in this teahouse.
"Do you know who my young master is? Don't push your luck," the burly man said, showing no intention of vacating his seat for the young man.
"Oh? Then why don't you tell me who your young master is? What face has he given me?" Mo Wen feigned seriousness. By now, their argument had attracted the attention of others, some of whom recognized the identity of the middle-aged man.
"Isn't that a servant from the Wang family? Looks like that kid is in for trouble."
"I wouldn't be so sure. If it were any other time, the Wang family's young ones might run rampant in Moro City, but this is Wu Hui. That kid seems calm and collected; he might have some backing." The teahouse buzzed with discussion; some doubted Mo Wen while others supported him. No one left their seats—partly because the Wang family's servant had not come over to cause a scene, and partly because although the Wang family held some power in Moro City, during Wu Hui, even the strongest forces had to tread carefully in front of the Official Family.
"Did you hear that? My master is from the Wang family. If you're smart, you'd better leave quickly; otherwise, when my young master arrives, you won't be able to leave," the middle-aged man boasted more arrogantly upon hearing someone recognize him. He placed one foot on the stool opposite Mo Wen and leaned forward to point at his own clothes.
"You'd better get off that stool; it's unstable. It wouldn't look good if you fell," Mo Wen replied calmly, ignoring the burly man and gesturing toward the stool beneath him. Knowing that he was dealing with a servant of the Wang family made him less worried. Wang Tian was merely at the Qi Binding Realm with an unstable aura; according to Old Lu's assessment, he was among the weakest in that realm. Earlier, when people in the teahouse discussed the Moro Three Young Masters, they often mentioned their family backgrounds, with the Wang family being one of the strongest after Fu Jing. Even if he offended Wang Tian's entire family, he had nothing to fear—if he couldn't win a fight, escaping would still be an option. Moreover, he had inadvertently learned that this teahouse was an asset of the city lord.
"Kid, I..." The servant's words were cut short as his stool tipped over, causing him to lunge forward and crash face-first onto the table. Meanwhile, Mo Wen held a teapot in one hand and a teacup in the other, stepping aside.
"Tsk tsk, why don't you ever listen? You almost ruined my good tea," he remarked after taking another sip while watching the burly man. The table held firm despite his face smashing into it without any apparent damage; however, his nose was broken and several teeth knocked out as he crouched on the ground holding his face.
"Though we brothers all live in Moro City and are usually busy with our training, it's rare for us to gather like this. Today I'm treating you all; I've sent my servants ahead to reserve a table. Seeing how lively it is here..." The speaker was none other than Wang Tian from the Moro Three Young Masters. The three of them had made their way through the street amidst a crowd before deciding to come to Feng Ming Tower for tea. Normally they could simply walk in whenever they pleased, but now it was packed everywhere; Feng Ming Tower was particularly famous in Moro City. Thus, Wang Tian had sent his servant ahead to find a table and figured it would be ready by now. As they leisurely approached the third floor, Wang Tian's smile faded instantly upon seeing what was happening.
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