"Brother Shi Feng!"
Shi Feng, upon hearing Zi Ya's gentle call, snapped back to reality, and the aura of intense presence and killing intent quietly dispersed from his body.
Shi Feng saw the look of concern on Zi Ya's face as she looked at him and shook his head slightly, saying, "I'm fine!"
"Okay!" Zi Ya nodded gently, and seeing that Shi Feng was unharmed, the worry on her face also dissipated.
"Esteemed...guest, would you like...to change to another table?" The waiter had felt the intense aura emanating from Shi Feng and was still shaken, his voice trembling as he respectfully and quietly asked.
Shi Feng glanced at the pile of sawdust by his feet and nodded to the waiter, saying, "Yes, we'll change tables."
And so, Shi Feng and Zi Ya moved to sit at a wooden table up front.
Then the waiter added, "Esteemed guests, please wait a moment longer. I will go to the kitchen and check on your breakfast."
"Go ahead," said Shi Feng.
