Tang Yuehua had little idea what a Martial Soul could do, even one so miraculous that it possessed a consciousness of its own. Still, since the other party was willing to back her up, she certainly wanted that support.
"Then I'm sorry for the trouble."
After briefly straightening her clothes, Tang Yuehua opened the door.
Outside, a middle-aged man in purple stood by the doorway, pacing back and forth, looking as anxious as if he were burning alive. When Tang Yuehua finally emerged, he hurried forward. "Madam, something's happened. Please hurry and deal with it."
"Head Steward Aude, what happened?"
"There's trouble! They're fighting downstairs!"
"What? Who?" Tang Yuehua was surprised at first, but quickly realized what had happened.
She knew about Ma Hongjun beating Xue Beng up and throwing him out earlier, but nothing mattered more than Tang Hao's safety, so she had paid it no mind.
Yes, the unlucky fool who had taken that beating was none other than Xue Beng. Of course, Xue Beng had not come to study. He had merely brought girls along to show off and demonstrate his influence.
But now... given Xue Beng's temperament, he would charge ahead regardless of the consequences. It would have been stranger if he had not brought people back for revenge.
"How are things looking?" At that thought, Tang Yuehua grew somewhat anxious too, asking as she headed downstairs.
"Well, madam, our young friend Ma is exceptionally strong. He single-handedly defeated the twenty-odd thugs the fourth prince brought, winning a resounding victory. But you know what the fourth prince is like. After such a crushing defeat, I'm afraid he'll go back and fetch his elders. Then this really will become a major incident," Head Steward Aude said helplessly.
A refined, tranquil place like the Moonlight Pavilion abhorred disputes