The aura on his body undiminished, he descended directly into the courtyard.
Tian Cang, indistinguishable from a dead dog in his hand, was casually thrown aside.
Seeing Vice Hall Master Zhong without any surprise, everything unfolded as planned.
"Where's Gong Miaoyi?" Jian Wushuang showed no courtesy. He sat down bluntly where Gong Miaoyi had been sitting, cutting straight to the point.
Vice Hall Master Tie San remained unchanged in expression. Personally pouring a cup of tea for Jian Wushuang, he said calmly, "Jian Wushuang, just a maidservant, is it necessary to make such a fuss?"
"Haha!" Jian Wushuang laughed in anger, rubbing the armrest of the chair. Then, with a sudden force, he directly shattered the armrest, with wood chips flying out. Tie San easily defused the situation.
Defusing this was easy, but in front of so many people, how could Jian Wushuang be so disrespectful? If he endured, how would his subordinates view him?
