Within Jueyang King's Estate, a grand feast lasted from noon until the setting sun. At sunset, the banquet dispersed, and the young powerhouses departed one after another.
As the guests left, the Jueyang King looked at his only son, who was still silently drinking at the end of the table. His expression turned cold. His figure flashed, and he appeared before him in an instant.
Slap
A resounding slap landed on Gu Xin's face. The Jueyang King looked at him and said in a deep voice, "You are becoming more and more presumptuous!"
Gu Xin raised his head and gave the man before him a cold glance. He lifted a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, said nothing, then turned and left.
Watching his departing back, the Jueyang King clenched his fists tightly, icy killing intent piercing his eyes.
Outside Jueyang Ancient City, Ning Chen continued onward with the two women. A bright moon rose in the sky, moonlight spilling down. The beautiful night left the heart open and the mind refreshed.
Xia Zhi skipped along at the front, leading the way, and seemed to be in an excellent mood.
Dong Yu reminded her from time to time, but Xia Zhi merely gave a perfunctory response each time before continuing to amuse herself.
Ning Chen followed behind them, a gentle smile always on his face. He did not interfere with the two girls, walking while quietly pondering matters.
"Young Master, do you think that young master of the Peng Clan will follow us?"
Dong Yu was somewhat worried as she spoke.
"He will."
Ning Chen nodded with a smile. "That man repays every grievance tenfold. He cannot possibly let this go. I think he is already behind us, waiting until we have gone far enough