Su Yizhi looked at Ling Chuxi in gratification. He wanted to borrow Ling Chuxi's hands to temper these unruly Su family descendants and his objective had already been half met. Seeing the unprecedented hope and desire in their eyes, his heart was also filled with excitement, enthusiasm and satisfaction.
Ling Yichen looked at Ling Chuxi calmly, his lips curving into a soft and gentle smile unknowingly.
Ling Chuxi, Su Yizhi and a few others walked towards the village. The Su family's disciples remained behind unmoving, still processing the words that Ling Chuxi had spoken.
