"Hm? You dared use Father to pressure me?" Xuan Yuan Wei snorted coldly. He was exceptionally tall, with phantom dragons and tigers coiling around him. Threads of wind and lightning power vaguely swirled around his body, and his oppressive aura was terrifying.
The two guards trembled from head to toe, nearly wetting themselves on the spot. Yet Xuan Yuan Wei had always been at odds with Wen Haishan. Thinking of the consequences they might face if they let him in without permission, neither yielded. Gritting their teeth, they bowed and said, "Please quell your anger, Young Master. We... are bound by duty and cannot let you enter. Please do not make things difficult for us!"
They were not stubborn fools either. If it had been anyone else, letting them in would have been no great matter.
But this was Xuan Yuan Wei.
The Mountain Lord had personally given orders.
He was absolutely not to be allowed inside.
"Ah, it seems Father still guards against me like I'm a thief. I really don't understand—am I his son, or is Wen Haishan his son?" Xuan Yuan Wei suddenly withdrew his aura and sighed softly.
The two guards were struck as if by lightning. Their bodies shook, and they immediately dropped to their knees. "Young Master... please mind your words!"
"Enough. I'm only going in to take a look. Wen Haishan is doomed anyway. I won't go looking for trouble and make a move against him now!"
"This..."
"Wen Haishan is about to die. After that, who else can compete with me for the position of Mountain Lord?" Xuan Yuan Wei lowered his gaze at the two guards crawling on the ground, his eyes deep and dark as an abyss.
Today, he was far more unrestrained than before.
Wen Haishan was about to