Several other men and women of distinguished bearing stood beside Yi Wenhai.
Some were business magnates, others key officials, and all were core members of the Yi Family.
As they surveyed the tense standoff in the courtyard, their faces brimmed with arrogance and anger.
To them, even if Yue Xiaofei was the Swordbearer, he was merely an upstart with no established backing.
Their Yi Family, however, was a royal clan with a century of history, its protégés and former subordinates spread throughout the government and beyond. How could some young punk touch them?
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Just then, the heavy sound of a cane striking the ground rang out.
"Everyone, move aside."
An aged but powerful voice came from behind the crowd.
The crowd parted on its own. An eighty-year-old man with a face covered in age spots slowly emerged, leaning on a Dragon Head Cane made of pure gold and wearing a Deep Purple Longevity Robe.
It was the Yi Family's current Family Head, Old Master Yi!
His cloudy eyes narrowed to slits as he stared fixedly at Yue Xiaofei, his voice cold and sinister.
"You brat from the Yue Family, you certainly throw your authority around!"
"I don't care what brought you here. But today, you rammed the gates of my Yi Family and disgraced our royal name. I will remember this."
"After daybreak, I will go to Long Qianshan myself and ask whether he ordered you to settle accounts with us royal clans of the former dynasty!"
The old master's words were full of threats, backed by his certainty that no one could touch him.
He believed that as long as he remained alive, as long as the Yi Family's deeply entrenched influence in Longdu remained intact, even the highest authorities would not dare move against him