Heartfelt Words

Only after a long while did Helan Xiaojun react. With a slap, he smashed the stone table before him into powder. His force was thunderous, erupting in blazing fury. Stones and fragments clattered down to the ground, yet he remained utterly unaware.

His eyes widened, round and bulging like a toad's. His aura resembled a prehistoric beast, crushing the air until it shrieked and exploded. Gusts of wind swept in every direction, stirring a wild gale as his sky-blue robe billowed and rustled. He roared,

"What did you say? Duàn Yì, I have treated you warmly out of respect for your Imperial Family bloodline, but do not think my Helan Family is easy to bully. How dare you humiliate me like this?"

Helan Xiaojun could hardly be blamed for reacting so fiercely, nearly turning hostile and attacking. Duàn Yì's words had truly been rather improper.

Any father would fly into a towering rage and leap about like thunder if someone tried to take his daughter away before his eyes without name or status.

Duàn Yì seemed to realize the ambiguity in his words and hurriedly clasped his hands.

"Uncle Helan, do not misunderstand. That was not what I meant. I have a benefit to offer Yuè'er, one that can help her improve her strength. I harbor absolutely no improper intentions."

Helan Xiaojun's gaze flashed like lightning, and the sharpness in it receded slightly. The divine strength of ten thousand jun gathering within his palms gradually dissipated, but his expression did not relax as he snorted.

"If she needs to improve her strength, my Helan Family has its own methods. We have no need for you to intervene."

"Besides, Yuè'er is still young. This is the time for her to lay a solid foundation in martial arts. How can we pull