One kick, and the door made of excellent-quality spirit wood burst apart as easily as if it were made of paper mache. Fragments of wood scattered throughout the room.

Sikong Bao was only just preparing to deal with Yue Shichan when he suddenly looked up. His eyes flashed, sharp and intimidating as swords, as he looked beyond the doorway.

Gu Cangning, who’d only just slammed the table and risen to his feet, was stunned too. He instinctively looked over.

He saw a lone, extraordinary-looking young man in blue standing beneath the lamplight. He walked into the banquet hall as if on a leisurely stroll, looking perfectly calm.

“Who are you?” Sikong Bao frowned. 

His companions were alarmed and uncertain too. This was Cloudwater Stream, a place reserved for only the Song of the Sandy Creek’s most distinguished guests. It was highly secretive, and without permission, ordinary people dared not barge in!

Especially since he made it perfectly clear that no one was to disturb tonight’s banquet, no matter what happened!

Yet now, a young man of unknown origins had brazenly kicked the door down!

Sikong Bao couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. He didn’t know who this intruder was or where he’d come...