Although Zhang Yunhong was only a minor Nascent Soul Cultivator, the power behind him was no small thing. The moment the old man saw the sinister warning in the other man's eyes, he wavered several times, then could only shut his mouth and say nothing.
He did have a backer behind him as well, but it could not compare with the "Wanhua" merchant firm. If he still wanted to continue doing business in the city in the future, he could not stick his neck out now.
Ding Shuying took half a step back. Her gaze swept outside. The cultivators watching the spectacle wore all kinds of expressions—indifference, curiosity, keen interest, and more—but not a single person could say one fair word.
The fury in Ding Shuying's heart was beyond description. This Zhang Yunhong had actually turned black and white upside down, even borrowing her own words to claim instead that the city was a place that followed rules. And these so-called rules, it turned out, were only shackles placed upon the weak.
Over the past month and more, she had already tried every possible method, yet she had no way to resolve this problem at all. Even if she wanted to flee, she did not dare escape the city; doing so would immediately make her lose that final, paper-thin layer of protection.
Now that Zhang Yunhong had found his way here today, aside from forcibly arguing back, Ding Shuying had no ability at all to produce evidence against the words he had spoken.
"Then what was that jade slip my mother brought back? A fake jade slip you gave her?"
Ding Shuying's body trembled, and the anger in her voice grew even stronger. With so much credit and dividends owed, even if she sold the shop, it might still be