The scene was terrifyingly silent; even the sound of a storage pouch hitting the ground could be heard clearly. I said indifferently, "Since you've come, don't be in such a hurry to leave. If any of you have a guilty conscience, you're welcome to run now—provided you can escape from my grasp."
There weren't many powerful people left here, so everyone's faces turned deathly pale at my words. Lan Xiang in particular collapsed on the spot. This pampered young master had never seen me be so ruthless. He was used to relying on his backers, and now that even his chief bodyguard was dead, it was only natural that he looked utterly miserable.
Nan Xue looked down on him even more. Just as I was preparing to do something, a man and a woman led several people dressed in Nan family garments as they flew over from the distance.
"Father! Big Brother!" Afraid I might injure them by mistake, Nan Xue hurriedly called out. The middle-aged man who flew over wore an anxious expression, presumably having rushed over from somewhere moments ago. Behind him were several young men. One of them was probably Nan Xue's eldest brother, while the others were likely guards.
As for the other woman, she was probably the Nan family's fourth sister. The Nan family had many descendants; counting the various residences, there were more than a hundred young members, not to mention those of other generations. They competed secretly with one another, as was customary among great families—none of their bad habits were missing.
Seeing the expressions of everyone present, Nan Lin hurried anxiously to Nan Xue's side and asked whether she was all right.
"Father, I'm fine." After answering, Nan Xue was about to introduce me, Ling Zhao, and Nan Jin, but the woman