Hong Danggui didn't utter a word, a stark contrast to her previous confidence and assurance. The others stared wide-eyed, daring not to make a sound.
"I hope you will show some mercy. This is the Hong Family's estate, after all. Let's not escalate matters to an irreparable point!"
Eventually, the middle-aged man beside Hong Danggui broke the silence. His expression fluctuated, and a dull ache throbbed in his chest. Shen Fanyun had just sent him flying with the sheer power of his qi and blood. This terrifying young man made him apprehensive.
"So now you know how to ask for mercy?" Shen Fanyun sneered.
A family that prided itself on its lofty status had assessed him without his knowledge and deliberately set a trap for him. They had completely disregarded his feelings. Do these people think too highly of themselves? Do they really think the Hong Family is some sort of imperial kinsmen and nobles, standing at the apex, that everyone is desperate to be associated with them?
