"Is it done?"
Feng Ting Shu ignored everyone's greetings and got straight to the point.
The two green-robed stewards and Young Master Liu, who was always so haughty and insolent, all tucked their heads down between their shoulders, not daring to look up.
Young Master Feng also summoned his courage again and again, but still couldn't bring himself to speak.
Feng Ting Shu's heart sank. "What exactly went wrong?" His authoritative voice turned icy.
"Someone stole them!"
Young Master Feng worked up his courage for a long while before finally forcing out this fragment of a sentence.
"What!"
Feng Ting Shu looked as if he'd been struck by lightning. His shout cracked through the hall like a thunderclap.
"Tell me exactly what happened. Leave nothing out."
Feng Ting Shu seized the tall green-robed steward by the collar and slammed him hard onto the ground.
After listening to the tall steward stammer through his explanation, Feng Ting Shu felt as if he'd fallen into an ice cellar. His face was deathly pale, and he began to tremble, muttering, "What should we do?" and "What should we do?"
The sight of him only made the four men even more terrified.
A person like Feng Ting Shu was a towering figure in everyone's eyes. If even he looked like this, then the disaster that had befallen them was surely no small matter.
"Uncle, they're only a few jade slips. Even if they came from the Ancient Martial Tomb, so what?"
Young Master Feng tried to muster the courage to offer words of comfort.
But as soon as the words left his mouth, Feng Ting Shu suddenly swung his palm and slapped Young Master Feng hard across the face, sending him flying. "You don't know a damn thing!"
Feng Ting Shu had no son,