628. I EAT INDIVIDUALS YOUR LEVEL FOR LUNCH

"You don't look like you're from around here." One of the two guards revealed with a deep voice loud enough to be heard by most around them.

Noah furrowed his brows. He tried his best not to eye that bronze-armored individual.

"I'm not… so I'd prefer you didn't attract too much attention to me," he responded allowing his pouch to appear on his palm, hidden away from the rest of the queue.

"Oh?…" The man muttered in faked surprise. Noah even sensed mockery in his tone.

"Oh?" Noah replied, a tad bit uncertain now.

Silence.

Suddenly the armored guard burst into laughter banging his metallic spear on the ground in accordance to his laughter. His colleague joined in, and that event pulled in the attention of all who were present.

Needless to say Noah far from liked that situation.

A quick inspection of those armored men and he understood their power. At least their base cultivation level.