Wang Ruoxie raised his eyes and saw that the speaker was a young man wearing a Golden Dragon Brocade Robe, followed by a dozen guards exuding fierce auras.
Those who had walked out of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion also saw the scene and immediately gathered around, each wearing a look of anticipation for a good show.
"This guy seems to be in bad luck. Offending the Second Prince, even if he doesn't die, he won't be leaving unscathed."
"Of all people to offend, he had to go against the Second Prince, practically digging his own grave."
"Those two men must be the ones from the twenty-seventh VIP room who dared to offend both the Second Prince and Elder Su He, right?"
...
Everyone was whispering among themselves, and many were looking at Wang Ruoxie with sympathetic eyes. It was imaginable that this guy's outcome would be exceedingly miserable.
"It's really him, Xiahou Yan."
Wang Ruoxie glanced coldly at the young man and silently thought to himself.
