"Rest assured, Young Master Lu. I will be sure to take good care of Miss Wang on your behalf."
With that, he paid no more mind to Lu Maozhi's fiery glare and ragged gasps. He flicked his sleeves, turned with an air of nonchalance, and walked shoulder-to-shoulder with Wang Zilan toward the Song Family's shattered gates.
Lu Maozhi stared daggers at their departing backs, his teeth grinding with an audible CLICK. The metallic tang of blood rose in his throat, but he forced it back down.
Humiliated before all eyes, any threat he might utter now would only sound pathetic and laughable.
All he could do was suppress his boundless fury and humiliation deep within his heart, transforming it into the most venomous of curses.
'Chen Sheng, enjoy your little victory. Just wait until my brother returns from the Upper Sect. I swear I'll make you pay for this humiliation a hundred times over!'
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