The Fresh-clothed Young Man

They had all just arrived today! 

Three young men and one young woman sat by the window. 

The older male cultivator held his teacup, glaring at the demon race beings at the neighboring table. 

Angrily, he said, "What are the higher-ups of our race doing? For the past half month, those demon race transcendents have been rampaging through our territory, and not a single one of our transcendents has stepped in."

"Are we afraid of them?" 

His question seemed to strike a chord with the nearby patrons.

The female cultivator next to him shook her head. "After all, they are transcendents from the five races, and they've joined forces. There are too many of them—more than seventy transcendents. It's a huge burden for the human race."