At this mont, many forces outside the city of Suhang were watching the scene, curious about the sudden appearance of an old man.
Song Zhaoming and others looked at the old man in front of them, their expressions ice-cold.
"Who do you think you are?" Song Zhaoming coldly opened his mouth, "Do you think a few words from you can scare us? I'm telling you, you'd better hand over the person obediently, or I'll flatten the Xia Family!"
"Breaking my son's legs, this matter isn't so easily settled."
Song Zhaoming stared at the old man, and the Song family disciples beside him were also riled up.
Yang Guang also spoke indifferently: "In Suhang's territory, no one dares disrespect my Heaven Wave Gang. I don't care who you are, I do not care who you claim to be, the young man's crippling of Jun must be thoroughly discussed. Otherwise, he won't leave Suhang alive."
However, the old man seed completely indifferent and looked at Cheng Fei with a smile.
"Young man, do you have anything to say?"
"No."
Cheng Fei was startled and shook his head.
The old man, with his hands behind his back, said, "That young man is my apprentice. He's done so things, and naturally, I must co forward to resolve them. Patriarch of the Song family, if your son's legs are broken, they're broken. After all, technology is so advanced now, making two artificial legs is nothing."
"What did you say?"
Song Zhaoming was furious, pointing at the old man: "Kill him for first!"
Suddenly, several of the Song family experts who followed him charged straight at the old man.
The old man remained standing there, motionless. Just as the Song family experts approached, he made no visible move but rely flicked his fingers lightly, and those experts were all flung away.
This scene seed serene, but it shocked Cheng Fei and the others. These were considered so of the Song family's best, yet they couldn't even get close to this person. How strong was his power?
Song Zhaoming was about to rage, but the old man spoke faintly: "Song Zhaoming, back in the day, even Song Boyue wouldn't dare to be so arrogant in front of ."
With these words, Song Zhaoming's face changed, his previous anger turning to fear.
"Who, who exactly are you?"
Song Zhaoming's heart was in turmoil. How did this person know about Song Boyue?
"Back then, your Song family was quite renowned in the capital, but you chose the wrong side, so naturally you were erased, only borrowing the hand of the governnt. The entire Song family, only you escaped." The old man said indifferently, casting Song Zhaoming a glance.
How, how is that possible?
This matter was a secret, and Song Zhaoming had never told anyone after arriving in Suhang. How did this old man know?
Song Zhaoming was gripped with fear, "Who are you? How do you know my father?"
The old man ignored him, maintaining his aged appearance, hands behind his back, and said faintly: "So old affairs, who wouldn't know? Patriarch of the Song family, considering your struggles, regard your son's legs as compensation for offending my apprentice. Let bygones be bygones."
His words were light but filled with authority.
Song Zhaoming's face showed uncontrollable fear. Who exactly was this person, and why did he know about the Song family's past?
Song Zhaoming's expression was inconstant, and he was indecisive at this mont.
But at this ti, the people around them were also shocked. Who was this old man, who, with just a few words, could make the Song family's patriarch so troubled?
So people not far away were similarly astonished. Could it be that such a powerful force as the Song family would actually fear an old man?
Cheng Fei was deeply shocked inside. This old man was becoming more and more elusive with his mysterious identity.
Yang Guang was sowhat angry: "Stop pretending to be mysterious here. I'm telling you, I don't pay you any mind."
The old man glanced at him indifferently: "Heaven Wave Gang can be considered an offshoot of the Northern Yanjing princeling party, but it's insignificant."
With these words, Yang Guang's face suddenly changed, "You!"
But the remaining words were caught in his throat, unable to co out, his eyes filled with intense shock. Who was this person?
How did he even know his background so well?
At this mont, the disciples of the three families around were all silent, unclear about this person's origin, and the heads of the two families were already intimidated, not daring to act recklessly.
Yang Guang and Song Zhaoming were both apprehensive, and at this mont, the old man walked forward indifferently.
"What are you going to do?"
The experts around were tense, on full alert, yet the old man ignored them and walked straight to Cheng Fei.
Cheng Fei looked at the old man, unsure of what he wanted to say.
"Among the four families in Suhang, Cheng's friends are the smarter ones. It's better not to get involved in this murky water, or the nickna 'Silver Fox' might just get ruined. Consider this old man telling him this."
After speaking, the old man turned to leave.
Leaving Cheng Fei with waves of shock in his heart, how did this man know his grandfather's na?
Truth be told, the details and circumstances of the three families were known only to the head patriots and those in the core circle; others had no chance of knowing.
The old man, with hands behind his back, slowly walked into the courtyard, and the hundreds of people standing outside just watched him, not daring to make a sound.
This old man was too mysterious, his power terrifyingly obscure, yet he knew the details of the three families so clearly. Who on earth was he?
Song Zhaoming watched the old man's back, his expression fluctuating; Yang Guang looked at his back, his eyes filled with both surprise and anger, but also imnse apprehension.
Who exactly was this person?
"Senior, please wait."
Suddenly, Cheng Fei called out to the old man.
The old man did not turn around but stopped.
Cheng Fei bowed respectfully to the old man, "Boldly asking for the senior's na."
"My na is unimportant, forgotten like blades of grass." The old man continued walking toward the courtyard, but his voice carried over.
"Many years ago, my surna was Han, and my na was Buyan."
With that, the old man had already stepped into the courtyard, leaving the people of the three families looking at each other.
Han Buyan?
Yang Guang and Song Zhaoming furrowed their brows tightly. Han Buyan, this na sounded familiar, why was it so?
Cheng Fei also furrowed his brow, having never heard of this na before. It seed he needed to go back and ask his grandfather.
But at this mont, the expression on Yang Guang's face beca stiff, his eyes almost popping out.
"Han, Han, Han Buyan..."
Yang Guang's entire face was filled with fear. He rembered, back then, the man famous in Dongjing City, whose swordsmanship shook the capital. His na seed to be Han Buyan as well.
At this mont, Yang Guang seed as if he had just witnessed sothing incredibly terrifying. That matter, he dared not even imagine.
"Withdraw, withdraw now!"
Yang Guang's shouting was filled with panic and fear.
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