Inside the palace south of Shahe City, for a fleeting moment, Ming Tang clenched his iron fists so tightly that they cracked, his expression ferocious, as if he wanted to devour someone.
But it was just that moment, and then it passed.
By the time the gaze of this Liang Wind Patrol Envoy looked over, the savage expression on the face of Marquis of Yellow Wind, Ming Tang, had already returned to normal.
Liang You could swear he wasn't mistaken; just now, the look in Ming Tang's eyes was definitely one of someone looking at his father's murderer, yet in a blink, it was back to normal.
Moreover, this Marquis of Yellow Wind, Ming Tang, had already started evicting guests, "Since this Ye Zhen's identity is no problem, I must personally go on this visit, so as not to offend him.
A Wind Patrol Envoy like you, Liang Wind Patrol Envoy, is not someone a minor Marquis like me dares to offend. I must treat each and every one of you well, with good food and drink."
