The man at the head wore a jet-black City Lord's official robe, embroidered with a golden tiger descending a mountain. His face was square and stern, and his tiger-like eyes flashed as they opened and closed. He was none other than Linyuan City's City Lord, Wei Qingcang!
Behind him followed two gray-robed elders. Their auras were gloomy and inscrutable, and their temples bulged high. They were clearly top-tier experts.
Wei Qingcang's gaze swept over the wrecked teahouse like a sharp sword. When he saw several guards lying in a corner, their fates unknown, and his son Wei Teng, whose face had been trampled beyond recognition, the fury and killing intent within him surged to their peak!
"Teng'er!"
He let out a grief-stricken roar and flashed to Wei Teng's side. After checking his breathing, he found that his son had only passed out. But seeing his face, and the humiliation he had suffered, made Wei Qingcang's heart ache as though it had been cut with a knife.
"Who did this?!"
Wei Qingcang rose abruptly, glaring around the teahouse with his tiger-like eyes. At last, his gaze fixed on Xuanyuan, the only one still sitting there calmly. "You scum! Did you hurt my son?!"
His voice cracked like thunder. The True Qi of a Xiantian expert within it made the teahouse's beams hum, while dust drifted down from above.
Su Qingyan was forced back several steps by the pressure. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth, but she braced herself and tried to explain. "City Lord, things aren't as you think..."
"Bitch, shut up!"
Wei Qingcang didn't even look at her. He bellowed, and an invisible force flung her away. "You have no place speaking here! I'll kill this scoundrel first, then deal with you for harboring filth!"