At first, Song Ke, Yu Xiang, and all the others had been arrogant and overbearing, looking down on the Xue and Fang Families.
Now, however, they were as pathetic as stray dogs, kneeling on the ground and shivering uncontrollably.
Chen Yang tugged at his cuff. His gaze fell upon the noblewoman, Yu Xiang, as he slowly began to walk toward her.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Hearing the footsteps, Yu Xiang's heart leaped into her throat. Cold sweat beaded on her smooth forehead, rolling down her cheeks. Some drops hit the floor, while others trickled down her slender neck and soaked into her collar.
Yu Zhen, who had been simmering with indignation, felt a bone-chilling cold and began to tremble uncontrollably.
"You keep bringing up the Yu Family," Chen Yang said mildly, kicking a piece of yellow talisman paper on the floor. "Do you think that just because I've stepped down, I owe your family some face?"
"I wonder, how does your Yu Family compare to the Qi Family?"
