Guo Bulu had not expected even a child to dare point at his nose and curse him. He knew they had some skills, but he was no coward either. His blood surged, burning away most of his reason, and he struck without a second thought.
Pan Yun reached out and caught his swiftly thrust wrist, her thumb pressing against the web between his thumb and forefinger. The qi Guo Bulu had gathered instantly dispersed, and he could not move at all.
He shuddered in alarm and jerked backward, only to find that he could not break free in the slightest.
Guo Bulu's expression changed drastically.
"Brother, though my student's words were impolite, they were the truth."
"Since you know he was being impolite, you should teach him a lesson." Though one of Guo Bulu's arms had gone numb, his mouth remained hard. "If he is not taught while young, I fear he may not even have the chance to grow up."
"Not necessarily. If his family is strong enough, he can still live to adulthood. If he is lucky, he may even live until he has both sons and daughters. By then, his family will naturally share the misfortune brought by his poor upbringing—for example, you."
"You!" Guo Bulu was so enraged that he could not speak. He could only tug fiercely at his hand, but with his wrist in Pan Yun's grasp, his struggles were as easy for her to handle as pinching an ant in her palm.
Guo Bulu knew then that the gap between them was far too great. If he refused to yield, he might not even make it home alive.
If he had been alone, he would rather die than lower his head, but...
Guo Bulu lowered his gaze to his daughter, who was full