When Gongyang Ziwǒ emerged from the Anomaly Division with his flattened head, four of the remaining five carriages had left.
In the end, only the Nangong Family's carriage remained where it was.
Before leaving, the person in the carriage shouted toward the Anomaly Division's gate:
"You people from the Anomaly Division don't respect our great families. Our great families will certainly punish you!"
Rumble!
Rumble!
The luxurious carriages sped away.
A person stepped down from the Nangong Family's carriage.
A young man with a head full of white hair.
He looked young, but his eyes were weathered.
"Come. Take me to see Chu Qing!"
The white-haired youth ordered the black-robed man.
The black-robed man had wanted to ask the white-haired youth, "Aren't you afraid Master Chu Qing will deal with you?"
Yet when he opened his mouth, he said, "Yes, sir!"
A few minutes later;
The white-haired youth arrived at Chu Qing's room.
The black-robed man who had led the way quietly withdrew.
The tea-serving maids merely glanced at the white-haired youth.
The next second, the white-haired youth said, "Leave!"
The maids looked bewildered. They set down the tea, rose, and left.
Chu Qing's pupils contracted.
Why were these maids listening to him?
Who was this fellow?
The white-haired youth looked at Chu Qing and smiled. "Young man, I think we ought to have a proper talk."
The moment those words fell, a thought surfaced in Chu Qing's heart:
He had to have a proper talk.
No matter what the man before him asked, he had to answer seriously.
He had to satisfy the other party's demands.
But in the next instant, he realized something was wrong.
His pupils contracted, and he smiled. "How shall we talk? What shall we talk about?"
"Oh, right. Who are you?"
The white-haired youth