"What's with all the commotion! It looks like you're itching for a whipping!"
When the steward, Huyan Bo, saw Huyan Muyuan frown, he immediately opened the door and barked at the anxious servant running toward them.
Seeing the steward's scolding expression, the servant at the door was so frightened he immediately knelt and kowtowed desperately, muttering, "Spare me, Head Steward, spare me. News came from outside. That Su Yu has returned to his mansion. He even just showed his face at the Su Mansion's entrance!"
"What!"
In the inner hall, Huyan Muyuan, who had been sitting in the master's seat, shot to his feet, his pupils constricting. He slammed his right palm down on the priceless yellow pearwood table beside him.
BOOM—
A violent torrent of energy poured from his palm. In an instant, the incredibly valuable yellow pearwood table was blasted into a cloud of splinters by the ferocious force, which rained down across the floor.
