Old Master, dressed in a well-washed Confucian robe, with a square headscarf, stood up tall. Despite his frail body not standing up well to the wind, his tone was strong and forceful, his eyes stern.
However, this appearance, in the eyes of Fang Mingyue, the eldest daughter of the Fang Family Main Branch, was nothing but the pretense of a pedantic scholar. She snorted disdainfully, her narrow eyes largely indifferent,
"Reporting to the authorities? What an interesting phrase!"
She didn’t even look directly while speaking, just lightly shaking a delicate glass cup in her hand, casually fiddling with it.
Nearby, the black-clad Han man straightened his bowing waist immediately, his sycophantic smile instantaneously turning chilly. His face twitched with veins appearing, making him look somewhat fierce. Then swiftly, he shimmered in front of the Old Master, grabbed the Old Master’s collar with one large hand, and lifted him up like a chicken, sneered coldly,
"Old fool, tired of living, aren’t you, reporting to the authorities?"
"A mere County Magistrate does not even deserve to step foot in this place."
"Had it not been for my Miss’ kindness, you wouldn’t have had the chance to utter that sentence just now."
Saying so, he threw the Old Master onto the ground, shooting a menacing look around the others.
"You lot of lowlies better behave and properly answer the questions my Miss has asked, or else, there won’t be another chance."
This Han man, like a baring dog, showed a ferocious demeanor, appearing very impatient.
As a servant reared by the Fang Family, naturally hoping to carry out his duties neatly and impressively, especially on a matter concerning the ancestral forebears, such servants by all means endeavor to their utmost; if done well, riches and honors are just within reach.
Seeing these lowlifes making a loud ruckus, uncooperative, blocking his path to fortune, he naturally bared his teeth and acted brutally.
As for his calling these people lowly ones, that was even putting it lightly; in this world where Martial Arts reign supreme, in their eyes, these local commoners were even less than pigs and dogs, subject to be dealt with however they pleased.
The Old Master, after being so humiliated and thrown on the ground, groaned in pain, holding his chest, bowed up, supported quickly by two people around him, glaring furiously, his voice hoarse with anger,
"We have neither provoked nor troubled you, and yet you beat and insult us."
"This is Qingshan County, once guarded by Lord Chen of Ninth Mountain’s Colonel; you dare..."
Old Master argued earnestly, like a stubborn old pedant, knowing these people were troublesome and maybe even risking his life, but still determined to argue his point.
Hearing this, Fang Mingyue at the table furrowed her beautiful brows; she was used to sycophancy and respect in front of her and found these noises unpleasantly loud.
Her accompanying servant, vigilantly observing, seeing his Master displeased, his eyelids turned ferocious, "Old fool..."
In the midst of scolding, his face took on a ruthless shade, about to step forward.
The door of the room was suddenly kicked open, two guards at the door were hit by the breaking door, clutching their noses and crying in pain before staggering backwards and falling to the ground.
"Fang Mingyue, what are you doing?"
A voice, filled with anger and chilliness, suddenly rang from outside the door.
Looking outside, Fang Qingzhu in white clothes gazed at the scene inside the room, her brows furrowed, her face masked with a cold frost, she stepped in.
Fang Mingyue, hearing the voice, her beautiful face turned cold, not turning around, just placed the glass cup she was fiddling with back onto the table,
Upon her command, the room’s black-clad servant quickly leapt to the door, surrounding it, expressionless and not very cordial.
"Sixth Miss, the Eldest Daughter is handling matters for our family’s senior, please leave!"
Given that she’s called the Sixth Miss, naturally, Fang Qingzhu ranks sixth among the younger generation in the Fang Family.
Fang Qingzhu’s face turned colder,
Saying so, a powerful aura burst forth from her body, causing the air to tremble and directly knocking the surrounding servants back.
Several servants cried out as they were hurled against the room walls and onto the chairs.
Then, Fang Qingzhu walked straight up to the front of the table, her gaze meeting her sister’s coldly slanted eyes, not giving an inch, she said:
"Fang Mingyue, let them leave."
"I advise you not to meddle in this matter."
Her voice carried a uniquely strong firmness, never heard before.
Because she had learned from Little Squirrel and Little Fox who had returned last night that Brother Chen had returned!
Upon returning, he found Old Wu unconscious, and had even killed a person from Martial Vault!
From Little Demon’s trembling description, Brother Chen was extremely angry at that moment, having beaten that Martial Vault member into a pulp.
Indeed! Knowing Brother Chen, that Old Master being harmed would certainly turn things upside down.
Last night upon hearing the news, she didn’t rush over, thinking that Brother Chen might be worrying about the old man at that moment.
Most importantly, she felt somewhat guilty and dared not face him because due to some reasons of her own, the Fang Family members had come to Qi...