The one who had acted was Yuwen Zhulin.
Standing there now, he was like a colossal wall of thunder, shaking heaven and splitting earth as he pressed down upon Liu Fancheng and Furizi, leaving them unable to breathe.
And Liu Fancheng was under White Wind's control, so it was White Wind that had taken that slap!
Rage flared in its heart at once. The moment its killing intent rose, its eyes nearly turned red.
However, Li Tianming noticed what was happening and talked it down!
"Greetings, Lord Mystic General."
Liu Fancheng climbed to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, lowered his head, and asked, "May I ask what Lord Mystic General means by this?"
Yuwen Zhulin's expression was cold. Having already delivered that slap, he noticed quite a few people looking over and suddenly smiled. "Come over. Let's have a chat."
Seeing him smile again, the tightly wound hearts of the onlookers relaxed somewhat. Some began whispering among themselves, but seeing that this was an internal matter of the Yuwen Antiquity Clan, no one stepped in.
"Yes."
Liu Fancheng stepped forward. White Wind remembered that slap, but for now, it could only pretend nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, Furizi's legs trembled slightly, her face pale as she lowered her head in fear.
She was merely a weak woman of humble origins, drifting with the current amid the towering waves of the Imperial Ruins. She had gained a little status through her beauty, but before true leviathans, she was as fragile and lowly as a blade of grass.
She could only hide behind an old man like Liu Fancheng, not daring to move an inch.
Most of the time, she felt safe—unless she encountered someone like Yuwen Zhulin.
"Old Liu." Yuwen Zhulin carried an authority that needed