Was this a threat?
And on a street in Chang'an City?
This was the first time Chen Xiaojun had ever seen such a domineering soul master.
In the past, among those noble scions, which one had not acted cautiously, their words and bearing revealing fine upbringing and grace?
If not for the scene before him, he would have thought he might never see such melodrama in his life.
A faint, playful smile curved his lips. His indifferent gaze swept over the man with the slanted bangs, as though the other party were nothing more than a speck of dust in the air, not worth wasting words on.
Zhu Wuneng, however, was the sort who loved joining in the fun. Seeing this, he immediately picked up the thread. "Hey, didn't your elders ever teach you that in Chang'an City, you're supposed to keep your tail tucked between your legs?"
His words carried a bit of mockery and a bit of teasing.
When the man heard this, his face darkened, and he replied coldly, "Hmph, no one's ever told me that."
A rebellious, arrogant glint flashed in his eyes. Clearly, he had not fully taken Chen Xiaojun's group seriously.
Because Chen Xiaojun's carriage was rather understated. From a distance, it truly did not look like it belonged to some wealthy, noble household.
The style of carriages in this world leaned Western, and most tended toward gorgeous extravagance. A habit of quiet restraint and understated luxury like the Chen Clan's was still relatively rare.
That man had a perverse temperament. Seeing Chen Xiaojun and the others approach, and with the battle circle gradually expanding, impatience inevitably rose in his heart.
He had originally wanted to drive them away with a casual move. As for whether they lived or died, he did not care