As people whispered among themselves, Ye Nanfeng gradually recovered from his shock. He glanced at the middle-aged man still pinned face-down on the ground, then at Xia Ze kneeling before Ning Wangshu and begging desperately. He couldn't help taking a deep breath.
Then he looked down again at his own knees, still pressed to the ground. Boundless fury, shame, and humiliation once more filled his chest.
He didn't care who Ning Wangshu had come for. Nor did he care what Xia Ze—or the Xia Family—had done to provoke Ning Wangshu into coming after them.
He was the Guangnan Young Master, a man of such standing and status that he practically called the shots throughout Guangnan Province. And ever since he had founded Qianlong Pavilion, everyone had rallied at his command. He was held in high regard even in the surrounding provinces.
And now Ning Wangshu had forced him to his knees. To Ye Nanfeng, this was an unbearable disgrace!
Even after watching the middle-aged Grandmaster who served as his bodyguard get pinned helplessly to the ground, Ye Nanfeng had only guessed that Ning Wangshu must be a Golden Core Great Grandmaster.
But he still couldn't suppress the resentment and humiliation burning inside him.
"Bastard! You damn bastard! So what if he really is a Golden Core Great Grandmaster? If he dares humiliate me, even a Golden Core Great Grandmaster will pay the price!"
Ye Nanfeng's chest rose and fell sharply. He clenched his teeth, his eyes glinting with a chilling light as he cursed inwardly.
Meanwhile,
Ning Wangshu looked at Xia Ze kneeling before him and chuckled softly. "Go find your grandfather and father and have them apologize? Heh. There's no need. Before coming here, we already visited your Xia Family."
"Your grandfather, your father, and everyone else in your