In Purple Maple City.
A green-haired old man in tattered clothes, his hair disheveled and his body covered in wounds, lay sprawled on the ground.
"Hmph! Where did this mad beggar come from? He actually claims to be the Song Clan's patriarch."
"Pah! If the Song Clan's patriarch looked like this, the Song Clan would have gone extinct long ago."
"I say he's a spy punished by the Star Lord. Just looking at him pisses me off. Beat him!"
The screams that had only recently subsided rang out once more.
Not far away, Maple Wanwan was strolling down the street arm in arm with Song Ling, the two of them utterly at ease.
The cries ahead quickly caught their attention, and they hurried forward to investigate.
Though he had been beaten black and blue beyond recognition, Song Ling recognized Song Qing at a glance.
He shook his head with a smile, deeply relating to the situation. Had he not once been in the same state?
What went around came around. He did not interfere, but Maple Wanwan at his side could not stand it.
"Stop! Can you really bear to bully an elder like this?"
She released Song Ling's arm and stepped forward to help the old man up. Seeing that she was the Lord Official Hall's Fifth Miss, the crowd stopped.
As the Song Clan's patriarch, Song Qing naturally knew Maple Wanwan. He had intended to speak, but then he spotted Song Ling beside her. Trembling, he ignored the pain in his body and fled as though he had seen a ghost.
Maple Wanwan looked utterly baffled, while Song Ling shook his head and snickered.
Meanwhile, the Lord Official Hall was in an uproar. The situation beyond the universe had become dire: for some unknown reason, the other four