Ning Zhuo turned away without looking back and left.
The elderly steward saw his departing figure and wanted to reprimand him, but the words got stuck in his throat.
"This pockmarked youth is somewhat peculiar; could he have someone backing him, hence not fearing us?"
"Otherwise, how could he be so brazen?"
Contemplating deeply, the steward felt the situation might be complicated and decided to suppress his anger for now, choosing instead to investigate this person first.
Ning Zhuo sat back down in the dining hall, drawing the attention of many.
Sun Lingtong discreetly continued crouching in the corner, eating his meal. Ning Zhuo's departure and return were under his watchful eye.
Should anything unusual occur, he would spring into action immediately.
After sitting down, Ning Zhuo was drawn to the Spirit Food before him.
Vermilion Soul Jelly.
