"Hey, you! Have you finished eating? If yes, go away. We, your uncles, must use this table," Another one out of the youngmen in green shirts came to the table, knocked on it and said impatiently.

The lonely man sighed and seemed to be talking to himself, "Uncle? Hehe. Ridiculous! When did the registered disciplines of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect turn into such a group of uncultivated things?"

The voice was soft, but it fell into the ears of the young boys in ...