A few patrons who knew of Xuanyuan Po's experiences in the capital gave a few whispered explanations, upon which the rest of the patrons came to know that Xuanyuan Po's right arm had been injured once and had seemingly been crippled.
"Do you really believe the boasts of a cripple like this? And an expert of the Tianhai clan… He might as well just say it was Tianhai Shengxue!"
The drunkard, smelling of alcohol, called out, then spat in front of Xuanyuan Po's feet.
Xuanyuan Po remained silent, not speaking, much less countering. He used his right hand to arduously take the wine pots from his left arm and place them on the tables.
The drunkard was incensed at the fact that he was being ignored. He continued to curse, his words becoming more and more unpleasant.
Several patrons began to follow suit, aiming all sorts of jeers and taunts at Xuanyuan Po.
Xuanyuan Po continued to ignore them. After delivering the wine pots, he turned and prepared to go back.