It's no wonder Mu Cheng and Wu Qiuyun were so blindly loyal to him, even the kind-hearted innkeeper with no cultivation, Manager Qian, was willing to risk his life to protect him; there was indeed a good reason for it.
With respect in their hearts, everyone stepped back, clearing a space.
"Don't be afraid of him, Young Master Mu," someone yelled, "he's just a deceitful old fraudster, soon he'll show his true colors."
"Right, beat him until even his mother won't recognize him." They stepped back and cried out in unison, cheering Han Yan on.
Dai Songling's face turned grim, the cheers felt like loud slaps hitting his face, making it even harder for him to step down.
Humph, show his true colors? Soon I'll beat this brat until he cries for his parents, and then you'll all see my real skills, Dai Songli secretly vowed. At this point, he no longer cared about the reputation of the Mu Family; he just wanted to save face.
"Let's get started," Dai Songling said impatiently to Han Yan.
