The people below initially wanted to argue.
But as they opened their mouths, realizing it was the truth, they found themselves speechless.
"This is Fan City. Killing us won't end well for you either."
Someone started to back down, attempting reconciliation.
"Why don't we turn swords into plowshares and end this matter here?"
"What do you think?" Xu Zimei said with a faint smile.
"I, for one, have always been fair. If someone wants to kill me, I ensure to return the favor."
At this moment, a voice scolded from outside.
"I've just been away from home for a while, and everything's in chaos!"
"Family Head,"
"The Family Head is back."
"Where is Mingyue?"
A commotion sounded from outside.
Soon, a middle-aged man in a blue robe, exuding a strong Holy Power, walked in.
This middle-aged man was stern and unsmiling.
His gaze was profound and commanding, without anger but still authoritative.
He exuded an immense sense of oppression, like someone accustomed to a high position.
