"Mr. Ning, you can't do this!"
Steward Fang suddenly ran to Ning Xian, grabbed his thigh, and cried out, "Mr. Ning, I've been at Hundred Herbs Hall for so many years! I may not have grand accomplishments, but I have certainly worked tirelessly. You can't just kick me out of Hundred Herbs Hall because of some charlatan!"
"Let go, you scoundrel!"
Ning Xian's knees had been shattered by Lin Mu. Now, with Steward Fang clinging to him, the pain he had just managed to suppress surged back, nearly making him faint.
Ning Xian raised his hand and slapped Steward Fang away, saying coldly, "Even Master Sun defers to Young Master Mu, yet in your mouth, he's a charlatan? You worthless dog who looks down on his betters!"
