"Is your dignity worth that much?"
Xiao Fan suddenly spoke, drawing everyone's eyes to him.
After all, everyone could tell that the young man and little girl who had attacked clearly deferred to him. Two Dou Emperors with such terrifying talent willingly followed his orders, and everyone became intensely curious about Xiao Fan's identity.
Xiao Fan rose from his seat and glanced at Mo Ya. That single glance made Mo Ya feel as though a terrifying magical beast had fixed its eyes on him. His vigilance surged, yet he could not move a muscle. Fortunately, the sensation lasted only an instant. Mo Ya dismissed it as his imagination, but once he recovered, a trace of shame-fueled anger rose in his heart.
Throughout his life, his status within the Black Emperor Sect had needed no explanation. Even the elders treated him with utmost courtesy. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
And now, in full public view, with representatives of so many factions present, if he bowed his head, how could he ever show his face in the Black Emperor Sect again?
"So, you have no intention of letting this matter rest?"
Looking at Xiao Fan's handsome face, Mo Ya felt a faint twinge of jealousy. Coupled with Xiao Fan's earlier words, it wiped the ever-present smile from his face, and a chill entered his gaze.
Xiao Fan said nothing. He merely walked over to Xiao Yan and Zi Yan, rubbed Zi Yan's head, and, seeing her aggrieved expression, said, "Go on. Whoever hit you, hit them back."
"Okay!"
At Xiao Fan's words, every trace of grievance vanished from Zi Yan's face. She glanced at Mo Ya ahead of her, revealing a mischievous smile, then flashed forward and charged at him.
Sensing Zi Yan's attack, Mo Ya's eyes flickered with mockery.