Fan Yian slapped Fan Ziyan a few more times, then took him away.
Meng Yutong said, somewhat displeased, "Zixuan, you're just letting him go?"
"Was this your doing, Murong Yi?"
"Enough, Yutong. We couldn't really kill him anyway. Don't forget, the original goal was to vent anger for those two girls of the Leng Family."
"Vent anger..."
Everyone's gazes turned toward Leng Tianqiong and Liu Suwan, husband and wife.
Looking closely, almost every member of the Leng Family present had run off, aside from them.
From their expressions, it was not hard to see that Fan Yian apologizing and leaving with his tail tucked between his legs had exceeded their expectations.
They had not expected a cultivator like Dugu Zixuan to exist.
"Father, Mother, do you see it now? After leaving the Leng Family, Qingyun and I lack nothing, and our lives are very good!"
"What else do you have to say?"
"Did you think the two of us would be useless after leaving home?"
"Qingqiu..." Liu Suwan stepped forward, still wanting to say something, but Leng Qingqiu stopped her and said, "Don't come over. Seeing how spineless you two are leaves me speechless."
"Now Second Uncle and Third Uncle are already riding on your heads. If you can't manage this Leng Family, then hurry up and get lost."
Leng Tianqiong's breathing gradually quickened. "Unfilial daughter, I'm your father!"
"I don't have a spineless father like you!"
"If you've got the ability, take Second Uncle and the others' heads. If you won't, I will!"
Leng Qingqiu said coldly.
Leng Tianqiong looked at her, his face ashen. He had thought Leng Qingyun was already unfilial enough, but he had not expected her elder sister to be even worse.
Take Second Uncle's head?
Kill one's own family?
Liu Suwan pulled Leng Tianqiong