Old Master, dressed in a well-washed Confucian robe, with a square headscarf, stood up tall. Despite his frail body not standing up well to the wind, his tone was strong and forceful, his eyes stern.
However, this appearance, in the eyes of Fang Mingyue, the eldest daughter of the Fang Family Main Branch, was nothing but the pretense of a pedantic scholar. She snorted disdainfully, her narrow eyes largely indifferent,
"Reporting to the authorities? What an interesting phrase!"
She didn't even look directly while speaking, just lightly shaking a delicate glass cup in her hand, casually fiddling with it.
Nearby, the black-clad Han man straightened his bowing waist immediately, his sycophantic smile instantaneously turning chilly. His face twitched with veins appearing, making him look somewhat fierce. Then swiftly, he shimmered in front of the Old Master, grabbed the Old Master's collar with one large hand, and lifted him up like a chicken, sneered coldly,
