Qing Huanxiang could not be bothered to say another word. He had long since seen through everything.
Gui Shoutian was even more direct, refusing outright!
"Star Lord, we are powerless to help with this matter. We shall take our leave!"
The two turned to leave. Nangong Yifang's face turned livid, and at last, he slammed the table and rose, unleashing thunderous fury!
"Bastards!"
"With such a great matter at hand, how dare you simply leave whenever you please!"
As the rebuke rang out, the two old men paused.
They slowly turned their heads, coldness surfacing in both their eyes!
Nangong Yifang had already flown into a rage, tearing off his mask of peace entirely. He rose from the table with his head held high!
"Insolence!"
"Though you are the heads of two clans, you should know that beyond heaven lies another heaven! I hail from the subsidiary star, bearing Heaven's mandate, and my cultivation is far beyond what natives of Lan Star like you can compare to!"
"Today, you dare disregard heavenly majesty—truly rebellious! If I do not teach you a lesson, I fear you will no longer hold the great figures of the subsidiary star in your eyes!"
Qing Huanxiang and Gui Shoutian watched his display coldly, their faces filled with disdain.
In the past,
they truly had been no match for this Star Lord. For the greater good, they had endured and held back.
But now,
watching this Star Lord, protected by the so-called "great figures of the subsidiary star," fly into a rage, neither felt the slightest ripple within. They could not even speak of anger; they only found it somewhat laughable.
The intimidating authority and cultivation he had once possessed, even his unfathomable background, now seemed like the prattle of children—ignorant and shallow.
Even that air