Thus, Yan Yuchu had never intended to let them off so easily, and with a flourish of motion, he moved to deliver another sword strike. City Lord Yan’s infamous ruthlessness was not unfounded, as he never left loose ends.
"Enough, spare them a dog’s life," Mu Hanyan called out to Yan Yuchu. Faced with those deserving of death, she would show not even a hint of rcy, but under normal circumstances, she preferred not to kill indiscriminately, believing a lesson was sufficient.
"Courting death!" Yan Yuchu soared into the air and pivoted, sword in hand, to stand beside Mu Hanyan. He glanced at those n with contempt. Dealing with such small fry didn’t require Mu Hanyan’s personal intervention. Although they were supposed to be allies, Yan Yuchu had unwittingly begun to show signs of being a lackey.
"You dare to harm the Mo Family’s people? Do you know who my father is?" The young man had not expected Yan Yuchu’s attack to be so vicious, and his face slightly paled.
His gaze toward Mu Hanyan grew more intense, realizing that Yan Yuchu acted entirely on her orders. Even midway through his airborne strike, he had swiftly retracted his sword at her casual command.
Who on earth could this descendant be, to have such a powerful individual at their side?
Starting to fall back on their fathers now, are they? Mu Hanyan looked down on the young man with disdain. The type she despised the most were those without much prowess of their own who imdiately resorted to invoking their fathers’ nas.
"Who are you, daring to cause trouble and violence in Cangshan City?" At this mont, an upright middle-aged swordsman rushed over with several subordinates, placing himself between the two groups. Seemingly, he was from the City Lord’s Mansion of Cangshan City.
"The Mo Family from the Capital, Mo Yanhong." The young man didn’t hold a small city like Cangshan in any regard, casually pulling out a token and tossing it to the leading middle-aged swordsman.
The Mo Family from the Capital, Mo Yanhong! Mu Hanyan hadn’t expected this man to have such a significant background, truly possessing the capital to invoke his father’s na.
The Mo Family, one of the Eight Great Families in the Capital, may not compare to the Mu or Yan Families, but it was still a deeply-rooted wealthy family. She had not t this Mo Yanhong before, but she had heard of him in her previous life, the sole heir of the Mo Family Patriarch. Old Family Head Mo had sired a son late in life and cherished him imasurably, granting his son every wish.
Mo Yanhong had been spoiled from a young age. Despite diocre cultivation, he had picked up all the bad traits of a playboy. As far as playboys went, his na could rank among the top three in the Capital, certainly no less distinguished than Mu Hanyan’s reputation in Heishi City.
Mu Hanyan was curious what such a notorious playboy was doing away from the Capital, bullying n and dominating won, to end up in a backwater like Cangshan City.
"So it’s Young Master Mo, my apologies," said the leading swordsman, who had also heard of Mo Yanhong’s reputation. After verifying the token was genuine, he respectfully handed it back.
"Hmph," Mo Yanhong snorted coldly.
"I am Cui Zhixing, a disciple of Zhengying Academy and currently holding the position of City Lord of Cangshan City. I apologize for the earlier disrespect, and I hope Young Master Mo can forgive our mistake," said the middle-aged swordsman, not taking offense and even appearing sowhat sycophantic.
Though Zhengying Academy had a prestigious na, not every disciple could behave arrogantly. Cui Zhixing ca from a fallen minor family, with diocre talent and no elder support due to early deaths in his family. Taking over as Family Head at sixteen, he squandered his family’s wealth extravagantly and within just a few years nearly ruined it. Realizing this couldn’t continue, he dismissed his clan mbers, bought elixirs to forcibly enhance his strength, and with so good luck, was accepted as a disciple by Zhengying Academy.
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