Seeing the Saint Sect man's face as cold as frost, his eyes glaring in threat, the old man looked at his granddaughter, then gritted his teeth and unwillingly dropped to his knees. He pleaded, "Young Master, please spare my granddaughter and me."
To protect his granddaughter, he had no other choice but to bow his head and yield. Had he been alone, even if it meant dying ten thousand deaths, he would never have humiliated himself like this.
"Grandpa, get up." The little girl was frightened to tears by the sight, helplessly tugging at her grandfather's sleeve as she sobbed, "He's a great evil man. Grandpa, we shouldn't kneel to him."
Tang Yuan could no longer stand watching. He shouted coldly, "Isn't this going too far? Throwing your weight around and bullying the weak with your status and strength—you are unworthy of being a cultivator, and even less worthy of being a man!"
Yue Yan froze for a moment and frowned at Tang Yuan. He had clearly not expected anyone to dare interfere with his business. Seeing the masks on Tang Yuan and Lu Feng's faces, and finding it strange that they did not dare show their true faces, he sternly demanded, "And who might you two be? How do you know that my status and strength are extraordinary?"
Yue Yan was certain he had not revealed much of his aura, so no one should have been able to perceive his true strength. As for his identity, he had not mentioned a single word of it, nor leaked the slightest hint.
Lu Feng looked at Yue Yan coldly and replied, "If your status were not exceptional, why would the steward here turn a blind eye to such bullying of the innocent?"
As he spoke, he directly took out three thousand