Watching the group of devil clan disciples walk into the restaurant, all human race disciples quieted. Despite the dissatisfaction they felt toward those devil clan disciples’ arrogance, no one spoke out. 

The devil clan disciples haughtily swaggered in until they reached a table next to the window, one of them gesturing to the person occupying it to scram.

That person could do nothing but swallow his anger, obediently give up his table, and find another seating far away.

The several devil clan disciples sat down around the table without any embarrassment. From the way they acted, they seemed to be regular patrons of this restaurant. Just as they sat down, a waiter was already scurrying towards them with a tray of dishes and wine.

“I don't know what kind of dog-shit luck that shitty Huang Xiaolong stepped into for him to win the Highgod Advancement Tournament’s...