Qian Baoshan's fair face twitched slightly. He transmitted his voice through divine sense so that only the two of them could hear. "Brother Nangong, that glance the fiend swept over us before leaving... its chill pierced my bones! Was it a warning?
"Or... once he's dealt with Wu Gui's two armies, will he turn his spear on us and settle accounts? Could it be... word of our dealings with Southern Yue has leaked?"
Beside him, Nangong Wang, dressed in a brocade-blue robe, had a gaze so dark it could have wrung out water. Clearly, his mood was equally foul.
He stared into the distance at the lineage estates surrounded by soldiers, where slaughter and reckoning were underway, and said through gritted teeth:
"A mud-legged peasant who crawled out of the Gouwu Sea! Does he really think putting on a marquis's robe lets him hold us in the palm of his hand? A mere descendant of exiled criminal slaves, yet he dares strut and swagger before aristocratic clans like ours!"
The lineages whose estates had been surrounded were relatives by marriage of their two households, and quite a few women from their own households were inside.
Their Nangong Household had been rooted in Qiongzhou for thousands of years. When had they ever suffered such stifling humiliation?
The humiliation of being casually crushed and treated like ants by a "descendant of criminal slaves" he had once despised gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.
Qing Chen had merely crushed a few "chickens," yet these two "monkeys" were already trembling with fear.
Looking every bit a wealthy old gentleman, Qian Baoshan rolled his eyes and hurriedly transmitted, "Brother Nangong, now is not the time to dwell on that! The envoys from Southern Yue's Bone-Eroding and Soul-Devouring Divisions are still waiting for our