"Hmph, now you know fear, don't you? I told you not to go around causing trouble behind Grandpa's back all day." As soon as the words fell, another person appeared on the street.
Cheng Yaojia looked up and saw an old man with a snow-white beard and hair, smiling eyes, and a kind-looking face. Yet the instant her gaze met his, she involuntarily shuddered. His eyes radiated an indescribable ferocity that chilled anyone who saw them, the cold seeming to seep into their very bones.
Noticing her fear, Song Qingshu gently patted her shoulder. Cheng Yaojia felt a rich, warm stream of inner energy enter her body, and only then did she gradually calm down.
"You little brat, are you the one who boasted about teaching my precious granddaughter a lesson?" The old man walked over and vaguely shielded the young woman behind him, glaring at Song Qingshu with an unfriendly expression.
Song Qingshu answered blandly, "This young lady wanted to disfigure someone over a mere disagreement. At such a young age, she is already far too vicious. If she is not disciplined early, she will surely cause..."
Before he could finish, the old man impatiently waved his hand. "I hate hearing this sort of sanctimonious preaching. The martial world is survival of the fittest. If others cannot beat her, it is because their skills are lacking. If she is not skilled enough to beat someone else, then she has only herself to blame. What else is there to say?"
Song Qingshu nodded. "What you say is not without reason."
"You're a sensible brat." Seeing him agree, the old man beamed. But his expression soon changed. "Still, we need to settle the matter of you bullying my granddaughter."
"Your granddaughter injured my men and nearly hurt my companion. How should