With a clatter of armor, a group of guards rushed in from outside the main hall. They advanced on Lin Xuan, intending to throw him out.
The people in the crowd quickly backed away. Someone said, "It's over. This kid is out of luck. He's about to be kicked out."
"Hmph! He deserves it. Who told him to brag in public?"
"Divine Wine? How ridiculous!"
"He's treating the Sword Casting Manor like a bunch of fools. How could they possibly let him stay here?"
"Hmph, being kicked out isn't so bad. This kid is a habitual braggart. Last time he claimed he could defeat Chu Zhongtian, but that can't be verified for another three years, so no one can hold him to it."
"But this time, his bluff about the Divine Wine has been called on the spot."
"Just watch. He's going to meet a miserable end and become the laughingstock of the Great Xia Country."
Some sighed, some sneered, and others jeered.
Ye Qingwu and the elders from Wangyue Pavilion were overcome with anxiety.
