"Bold! Song Yan, how dare you speak to my uncle like that!"
As soon as Song Yan had finished speaking, a young man beside Lv Chenglong suddenly glared fiercely and pointed at Song Yan and others, rebuking:
"Do you even know whom you're speaking to? I'm not afraid to tell you, initially, Lv Jian, Lv Yan, and Lv Jie from our Lv family secretly followed two Loose Cultivators to Changbai Mountain."
"During that time, we also found out that Zhu Fei, that trash, had also been to Changbai Mountain. Now, tell me, doesn't Zhu Fei, that trash, seem suspicious?"
"How outrageous!"
Seeing this young man from the Lv family so arrogant and insolent, and repeatedly calling Zhu Fei trash, Song Yan could no longer hold back and slammed his palm heavily on the table in front of him.
"Crash!"
In an instant, the table made of purple sandalwood shattered under Song Yan's palm and instantly turned into a pile of sawdust.