Yunzhou Martial Pavilion!
After being reprimanded, Qu Xinyuan finally quieted down. He and his son huddled in a corner without saying a word, but the hatred glimmering in their eyes was unmistakable.
There's no need to elaborate—it's clear they were plotting their revenge.
Meanwhile, Nan Tangmu and the others anxiously paced back and forth in the reception hall.
Their faces were flush with fear and unease.
Seconds ticked away, and at some point, a suffocating pressure began to permeate the air, growing heavier and heavier, like the ominous silence before a storm.
Then suddenly—
A terrifying aura descended without warning.
In an instant, everyone was almost forced to their knees by the oppressive force.
At the same time, an aged voice echoed in everyone's ears.
"The arrogant brat who dared threaten punishment on my Qu Family—where is he?"
The voice was like a rolling thunderclap, turning Nan Tangmu and the others deathly pale in an instant.
