"Alright, young master, follow me."
Ye Xuan entered the luxurious nightclub under the watchful eyes of a group of people, following the middle-aged woman.
"Damn! Half a million! That's half a million!"
Some people were filled with both envy and jealousy.
"Heh, what's five million! As long as he can get his hands on it!"
"That's right! If I'm not mistaken, isn't that middle-aged woman one of the stewards by Duke Assad's side? I bet that Lady Ariel is definitely here."
"Lady Ariel is also a level 75 third-tier expert. That young master she's facing must be above level 75 too. The instances they clear have a minimum level of 75. What kind of background does this guy have to be able to afford such money?"
"In any case, let's just wait and see him being chased out with a stick."
"...".
Sentence after sentence of sharp and scathing words came from the mouths of these people, enjoying the misfortune of others.
Obviously, Ye Xuan hadn't offended them.
