Sure enough, the ugly woman’s eyes narrowed. Inside her sleeve, her hand rose slightly. A needle that was so thin it was almost transparent appeared between her fingers, and she looked as if she was about to strike.0

Just then, the main entrance of the restaurant was kicked open, and a group of strange-looking armored individuals walked in.0

When that ugly madam saw that, she twisted her fingers and withdrew the needle back into her sleeve.0

“So it was the Yaksha Ocean Patrol. How unlucky,” the tough-looking guy grumbled. He walked back to his original position with unsteady steps, completely unaware that he had just made a trip around the gates of hell and back.1

Zu An sized up the ones who had entered. They all had indigo-colored faces and cinnabar-colored hair, and they wielded an assortment of giant hatchets and tridents. They looked extremely ferocious.1

“So these are the Ocean races’ Yaksha Ocean Patrol…” Zu An muttered to himself.0

The Ocean races frequently had these elite troops patrolling the seas to keep troublemakers in check. Even though they were no threat for the current Zu An, for the ordinary cultivators of the various races, they were still a powerful and intimidating force. For instance, the moment he saw them, the lust-consumed tough guy immediately became cool-headed.0

The turtle bartender welcomed them with a few jars of alcohol, saying, “Sirs have worked hard. Come and drink a bit of wine to warm your bodies.”0

Seeing that the turtle bartender was good at reading the room, the Yaksha Ocean Patrol members’ ferocious gazes eased up a bit. They took the jars of alcohol and quickly drank it all.0

When the people present saw them drink the strong alcohol without being affected much at all, they all thought to...0