"No way! I don't a…."
Bang!
Before the old man could finish his words, a blow was dealt on his chest, sending him flying before finally landing on the stage. The old man's head tilted before he lost consciousness.
Everyone in the Mu family could not help but sharply suck in cold air and turn their heads around dazedly. Their eyes were fixed upon the young master in a snowy white robe.
'You look so ethereal and otherworldly. Is it good to strike a blow so often?'
Nan Xian looked away, his expression was of nonchalance. His sleeves were billowing in the breeze.
"Qing'er, go ahead."
What Nan Xian actually meant was that Feng Ruqing could do whatever she wanted and Nan Xian would take care of whoever going against her.
"If any of you disagree, you could just tell us. Don't worry, I am a thoughtful and considerate person. I am open to objection." Feng Ruqing broke into a smile.
