Yang Zhen has left; he departed from Duke Wei's Mansion.
After all, he carries the imperial decree, so he cannot stay for too long. If he can resolve matters swiftly, transitioning from the rank of Earl to Marquis would be much easier.
As Yang Zhen left, Mo Tianji lay on the rattan chair, sunlight gently illuminating his face, but one could see a slightly cold expression on Mo Tianji's face.
"Luo Cheng... a mere son of Fengxing County dares to speak to me like that, he must be courting death!"
Mo Tianji spoke lightly, yet a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"This time, I will surely have you torn to pieces. I will make you watch as your Luo Family is destroyed and have you kneel before me, begging for forgiveness!"
Mo Tianji almost gritted through his teeth, and one could discern the murderous intent in his eyes.
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Xingyun County.
