Mu Beichen can be certain that the Supre Elder Token is in Han Yan’s courtyard! Of course, Han Yan couldn’t have stolen the token, it’s naturally soone framing her.
This logic doesn’t need to be explained; many would figure it out. If the Tributors discuss it privately, they might be able to clear Han Yan of the charge.
But the Supre Elder is making a big fuss, gathering all the Zong Family’s Disciples, and uses his influence to incite them; All the argunts would drown out any defense for Han Yan. When it cos to he said, she said, even if they can’t pin it on Han Yan, with evidence in hand, they can’t prove her innocence.
Having endured the storms of life, Mu Beichen found himself overwheld at this mont.
The Fourth Elder, Fifth Elder, and others wore bitter expressions as well. What Mu Beichen thought, they thought too, knowing the trouble was huge this ti, and that the Family Head might even be implicated to the point of losing his position.
"Who could be so despicable, framing others? If found, we must make sure they can never reincarnate." They all silently vowed fiercely.
But despite their fury, they knew well that without proving Han Yan’s innocence, where could they even begin to find the true culprit? This ti, it seed truly hopeless.
No one noticed the glow of excitent and malice in Mu Chengyang’s eyes amidst the crowd.
Beside him, Mu Zhong trembled slightly, a look of unease on his face.
"Supre Elder, everyone is here." The Third Elder glanced at Mu Beichen, a faint smirk lurking at the corner of his lips as he spoke to the Supre Elder.
"Now that everyone is here, follow . I want to see who would be so bold as to tamper with my Elder Token." The Supre Elder snorted coldly and took the lead.
At this mont, the Supre Elder wore an angry expression, his aura towering. The weaker Mu Family’s Disciples couldn’t even raise their heads under such oppressive pressure.
"Bang!" The tightly closed courtyard gate was blasted open with a palm strike, instantly turning to dust.
That muffled sound was like a bolt of shocking thunder, awe-inspiring. Everyone couldn’t help but shudder, feeling as if that palm wasn’t aid at the wooden gate but at Han Yan’s heart.
This Han Yan was in big trouble. This was what everyone thought.
As the door opened, everyone craned their necks to look inside and, at a glance, they were all stunned, turning to stone and unable to recover for a long while.
Hundreds of Zong Family’s Disciples ca quickly, not making any effort to silence their footsteps, so the commotion was bound to attract notice. Inside, they surely had ample warning, especially with the Supre Elder’s overwhelming aura released early and that thunderous palm adding to the uproar.
Everyone anticipated that those inside would be guilty and panicked long before, turning pale and begging for rcy at the sight of the Supre Elder, but what unfolded before them was beyond everyone’s expectations.
On the stone table were several plates of small dishes and a pot of old wine. Han Yan, along with a few guards, was drinking lightly and chatting without a hint of panic, let alone guilty behavior.
Could it be the Supre Elder made a mistake? Everyone looked at the Supre Elder in confusion.
At that mont, sothing even more surprising happened.
"Where did this decrepit old man co from, daring to trespass in the Mu Family’s residence! Does he really think there’s no one in the Mu Family, that even an old fogey can bully us!" Han Yan stood up tall, pressing a hand on the sword hilt, and yelled at the Supre Elder, who was the first to step into the courtyard.
Old fogey, was she talking about ? The Supre Elder was petrified, and his mind had a montary shutdown.
He had imagined various scenarios of how Han Yan would react upon seeing him, perhaps guilty and pleading instantly, or acting composed but breaking under his reprimands, or...or... In any case, he imagined many possibilities, but never this scene.
An old fogey, as the Supre Elder who made a na for himself young, no one had ever dared call him that, and a naless rage surged within him.
Whether it was due to having spat too much blood earlier leading to a lack of blood flow, the Supre Elder felt dizzy from anger. Being in seclusion for so long, he seldom spoke, let alone argued, and after being cursed by Han Yan, he didn’t know how to respond.
"How dare you..." As soon as they saw Han Yan pressing on the sword hilt, several guards following the Great Elder drew their longswords simultaneously.
"How dare you, to commit theft in my Mu Family!" Han Yan cut in loud and clear before the guards finished their words.
"Uh..." The guards were taken aback simultaneously; who committed theft? Where?
"You needn’t rush to draw your swords, leave it to . This old thief holds so power, not soone you can handle." Han Yan added.
"Ah..." The guards began to return to their senses, finding this a bit laughable.
They had drawn swords for Han Yan, yet sohow according to her, they were to attack the Supre Elder, taking him as the old thief. What on earth was Han Yan thinking?
Never mind the guards, even the Mu Family’s disciples behind them were baffled.
Seeing the Supre Elder so imposing, everyone assud Han Yan was the thief of the Supre Elder’s token, yet she, with righteous indignation, mistook the Supre Elder for a thief. Everyone was starting to doubt, could it be the Supre Elder who made an error?
If that’s the case, there’s going to be quite a show today.
"You...you..." The Supre Elder, though having age, had his near-endless seclusion made his mind slower than the younger generation. Being outdone by Han Yan’s quick wit, he pointed at her, speechless for a long while.
"What do you an, ’you’? Don’t think just because you’re old, you can rely on old age to bully others!" Han Yan glanced at him with disdain and said, "Daring to steal in my Mu Family, truly bold! Even if you succeeded by chance, do you believe you could escape?
Look, so quickly caught in the act by our Mu Family’s disciples, you’ve been cornered, haven’t you?
Your misfortune is amusing, couldn’t you escape elsewhere? You ran right into my hands, indeed heaven’s net is wide, but not letting anything escape, hahaha."
Amidst Han Yan’s loud laughter, the guards instinctively sheathed their longswords. Han Yan’s words made them feel they and Han Yan, standing ard front and back, were encircling the Supre Elder.
The Supre Elder was trembling with rage, his face flushed red.
Speaking of thick-skinned, who can contest Big Playboy Mu?
Turning black to white, and white to black, and in the end interspersing black with white! Who can argue with her? If not convinced, step up and compare whose skin is thicker.
User Comments
0 comments from readers