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Just as Yao Wangui stared blankly at Yao Chen, a group of hangers-on seemed to take it as some sort of signal.

"Look, it's Yao Chen, master of the Sky Mansion."

"Heh, he's nothing more than an abandoned child of the clan. Master of the Sky Mansion? No matter how impressive he is, wasn't he still driven out of the clan by Lord Yao Wangui?"

"Exactly, exactly. He must have shamelessly come back this time to have his parents' names carved onto the Yao Clan's Clan Stele, right? Heh, unless Lord Yao Wangui gives the word, who in the clan would dare agree to that?"

"Could he have stolen his invitation to the Yao Clan Ceremony? No elder in the clan invited Yao Chen. Where did he get an invitation?"

The hangers-on surrounding Yao Wangui chimed in one after another, their words brimming with mockery and malice.

"Phew! Phew! Phew!"

Beside them, Yao Wangui's breathing had already grown heavy. His face reddened as he panted without pause, the emotions within him clearly reaching their limit.

Seeing this, those smooth-talking fellows felt that their routine flattery was in the bag, and their words became increasingly unrestrained.

A gaunt middle-aged man standing to Yao Wangui's left eagerly joined in. "If you ask me, that old thief Yao Chen—" Slap!

Slap!

A sharp slap suddenly rang out.

"Enough! Are you trying to get me killed?!!!"

Yao Wangui roared with a twisted expression.

The emotions he had bottled up for so long finally erupted completely!

The lean middle-aged man, whose face had gone blank from Yao Wangui's slap, spat blood as he stared stupidly at Yao Wangui. "I didn't say anything wrong, I didn't—" Slap!!

Slap!!!

Another resounding slap landed, making both sides of his face finally symmetrical.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of bloody teeth