Uncle Lian was slightly taken aback by Luo Zheng's counterquestion.
Uncle Lian stared at Luo Zheng and asked coldly, "Which lineage do you come from?"
Luo Zheng smiled faintly. "Why should I tell you?"
Uncle Lian was also a decisive man. Luo Zheng had answered his own question with three consecutive "whys."
He already understood that threats were useless against this person. This boy's background was far from simple.
As a guard of the Hu Lan Family, Uncle Lian was decisive in his actions as well. Since the Young Master had lost five thousand Divine Martial Coins, he would not entangle himself with Luo Zheng in full view of everyone. After all, elders from other lineages were watching from the fifth floor of Han Yue Restaurant and above.
Thus, Uncle Lian turned and walked toward the other side without looking back. The two servants of the Hu Lan Family had already helped Hu Lan Zhuo to his feet.
Uncle Lian reached out and lightly tapped Hu Lan Zhuo between the brows. A deep blue radiance blossomed from his forehead, and only then did he relax.
After being struck by Luo Zheng, Hu Lan Zhuo's bones had been shattered in who knew how many places. But physical injuries were the easiest to heal; he would recover completely within two or three days, and it would not affect his participation in the Han Tian Mansion Great Examination. What worried Uncle Lian most was his soul. The soul pressure Luo Zheng had unleashed in that instant was something even Uncle Lian himself dared not underestimate.
Fortunately, only a small hole had been pierced through Hu Lan Zhuo's soul, and it had not suffered overly serious damage. It seemed that the boy had held back. Even so, Uncle Lian was filled with emotion. He