Su Qingchuan turned around and saw a lively looking young girl with a beauty that could rival flowers under the moonlight, but she only had the cultivation of the Qi Refinement Realm and carried an Iron Sword on her back.
Before Su Qingchuan could speak, Lingxi, who stood behind him, frowned slightly, stepped forward, and said indifferently, "Sorry, little girl, we have reserved this place."
The young girl clearly did not expect to be rejected and looked stubbornly at Su Qingchuan, biting her lip, "But this place is so big, it can accommodate hundreds of people, and your group has only ten, how can you monopolize so many seats?"
With an unchanged smile on his face, Su Qingchuan played with his paper fan and asked softly, "Why?"
"Because I paid money."
Looking at the girl's face now, she appeared to be humiliated.
