An eerie, dead silence instantly fell on the noisy bar. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Ye Qingtang.
The mouth of the embarrassed and angry burly man was filled with blood after his fall. He raised his head and was about to curse at her.
Then, he saw the beautiful young girl standing under the lamplight. Her long black hair was loose, and her black eyes were slightly narrowed.
With just one glance.
The burly man grew extraordinarily frightened. He quivered as he kneeled on the floor as if he had seen something terrifying.
A strange mood hung over the bar, and there was an unprecedented dead silence.
"…" Had she been too rough? Ye Qingtang could not help but feel puzzled as she looked at the frozen crowd.
She could not see any spirit energy moving around these people. The spirit energy in this world was average. From the way the men in this bar fought, Ye Qingtang could only describe their fighting abilities as barbaric.
