"Hmph!"
As he spoke, he suddenly swept his sleeve, whipping up a fierce gust of wind, then turned and sat back down at the table. However, his movements were so forceful that the teacups on the table rattled and clinked.
But he had no mind for that. After thinking for a moment, he once again furiously berated Meng Da:
"Look at the mess you've made!"
"Do you know how the family head will punish us?"
"Ah?"
"!!"
"M-Mr. Liu, save me!"
"Mr. Liu, save my life!"
Meng Da shuddered and dropped to his knees with another thud. Trembling like a leaf, he knocked his head twice against the floor before lowering it and prostrating himself, not daring to make a sound.
Of course he understood the consequences. Now that the matter had been botched, let alone a minor outer steward like himself, even Mr. Liu before him would likely be implicated to some extent.
But the other man was, after all, a member of the Liu Family—one of its direct line. If Meng Da wanted to live, he could only beg him.
Mr. Liu cast a sidelong glance at the trembling Meng Da kneeling on the ground. His chest rose and fell sharply a few times before he finally let out a dejected sigh.
"Enough!"
"Stop putting on that act!"
Bang—!
He slapped the table bitterly again, making the teacups jump and clash in a string of crisp chimes. Only then did he mutter to himself in self-mockery and resignation:
"Forget it! Forget it!"
"No matter what, those hundreds of thousands of spirit stones weren't... entirely wasted, were they?"
"At least now we know that behind Lin Manor stands someone capable of killing a rogue immortal head-on!"
"That makes things much more interesting!"
"Looking across the entire Divine Capital,