"Enough, spare his life. Clashing with such a person is beneath the dignity of the Young Master," said an elder. Clad in plain hemp garments and wearing straw sandals, he exuded the aura of a hermit from beyond this world.
He was one of the four chief stewards and guards of the Mo Family in the Capital, Dai Songling, a master at the Sword Master Realm.
He had arrived in Cangshan City just this morning to meet with Mo Yanhong. Upon hearing that Mo Yanhong had been bullied by a country bumpkin playboy, he was enraged, and immediately led Mo Yanhong and others for revenge.
Although he was a master of the Sword Master Realm and one of the Mo Family’s four chief stewards and guards, he was the weakest among them, having ascended to the Sword Master Realm less than a year ago. His status was nowhere near the other three stewards.
The reason he had followed Mo Yanhong on this trip was to hold fast to Mo Yanhong’s coattails. Mo Yanhong might not be the strongest, but he was the beloved only son of the Family Head. If there were no exceptionally brilliant competitors from the other branches, there was a good chance he would be appointed as the Young Master and eventually take over as the Family Head.
Even if he wasn’t chosen to be the Family Head, he would still be doted on until the current Family Head passed away. Following him would never be a loss.
Therefore, when leaving the Capital, he took great care of Mo Yanhong, treating him even better than one would their own son, fearing even the slightest harm might come to him.
Who would have thought that, after a mere day’s delay, Mo Yanhong would be bullied and by a playboy discard no less, cast aside by the Mu Family. If he couldn’t restore Mo Yanhong’s honor, how would Mo Yanhong view him, and what would the Family Head think?
Ordinary people would fear Han Yan when they heard of his background, but Dai Songling, after decades in the Capital, knew well the cold indifference of the noble families. Once abandoned by their clans, even direct lineage descendants became worthless, their status not even matching that of a loyal servant with strength and dedication.
Dealing with such a reject, Dai Songling certainly felt no pressure.
However, as a master of the Sword Master Realm, bullying the weak would be unbecoming, so he needed to find a proper justification.
If others can play innocent while secretly indulging, why can’t he, an esteemed Sword Master, avoid bullying the weak without cause? Fortunately, Han Yan’s reputation was in shambles. To punish him was to eliminate a scourge for the people. If word spread, others might even sing his praises, which would do wonders for his own reputation.
If Mo Yanhong hurt an unarmed civilian now, wouldn’t that ruin his plans?
"Hmph, I’m only sparing your dog life for now," Mo Yanhong had intended to kill the shopkeeper to vent, but Dai Songling stopped him. Not wanting to lose face in front of him, he reluctantly said, although he felt somewhat dissatisfied.
"Han Yan, despite being a descendant of the Mu family lineage, you’ve lost all self-respect and brought ruin to an entire region, tarnishing the Mu family’s name. Today, I, Dai Songling, shall act on Heaven’s behalf, cleanse the Mu Family’s household, and demand that you roll out here!" Noticing Mo Yanhong’s displeasure, Dai Songling knew he had to let him vent soon or he would take it out on him instead. So, with a loud shout, an overwhelming surge of qi shot toward the sky, causing a painful buzzing in the ears, and even the roof tiles rattled with the force of his roar.
"A Sword Master, truly a powerful Sword Master Realm expert!" Cries of astonishment rang out from all around.