"Bold!"
Bo Xian shouted angrily, trying to stop Bo Ao from speaking so recklessly.
Luo Baishan waved his hand.
A trace of ferocity flashed through his eyes. "I'd like to see what kind of method could control someone to this extent."
The next moment.
He appeared beside Bo Ao out of thin air.
The light around them dimmed.
It was as though a layer of sandpaper had been draped over everything, filtering the sunlight shining in from outside.
A cold palm.
It instantly clamped around the neck of Bo Ao, who was still cursing and ranting. He did not appear to use much force, yet the grip cut off Bo Ao's voice and lifted him high into the air.
Crack!
Crack!
The fine sound of splitting bones came from beneath the palm.
Bo Ao's face immediately turned deathly pale, then began to take on a bluish-purple hue.
"What is your name!"
Luo Baishan's gaze was as sharp as lightning as he stared into Bo Ao's eyes. His voice carried an indescribably ethereal quality, as though it had drifted over from the horizon, unlike anything a human could produce.
"Grand Steward..."
Bo Xian's expression changed, and he wanted to plead for Bo Ao.
But seeing that Luo Baishan had truly become serious, he could only shut his mouth, worry appearing on his face.
He was Bo Ao's second granduncle.
He was also an elder of the Bo Family.
Yet when faced with the forceful Governor of Youzhou, Luo Baishan, he had no good options. After all, the Bo Family was essentially only a junior brother of the Luo Family. Half of the reason they could maintain their status was because of Luo Baishan.
"Not saying?"
Luo Baishan slightly loosened his grip.
Having just regained a little strength.
Bo Ao began cursing