“Father!”
“Uncle.”
Both Zhang Yang and Liu Meng said respectfully — This man was none other than Zhang Yang’s father, the master of the Zhang family, Zhang Zhenshan.
“Meng’er is right. As a soul cultivator, how can you bicker like this with this kind of people? You even want to kill him in the street. Are you not afraid of causing the Zhang family to lose face?!”That middle-aged man reprimanded, seemingly rather discontent with his son’s behavior.
A moment ago, Bai Yunfei was taken aback when he heard Zhang Yang said he wanted to cut down one of his hands. Now, hearing the this middle-aged man say so, he immediately let out a breath of relief.But at this moment, that middle-aged man slightly cast a glance at him. In just the blink of an eye, Yunfei suddenly felt as if his own body was in an ice cellar. Even his soul was trembling. An oppressive aura many times greater than that of Zhang Yang surrounded his body completely, making it exceptionally hard for him to even breathe.
Fortunately, this kind of feeling disappeared in an instant. Yunfei was breathing heavily as if he was exhausted with bean-sized beads of sweat sliding down his face nonstop.
“Your mother is still waiting for our return. Don’t delay again.” Seeing that his son was still somewhat dissatisfied despite saying nothing, Zhang Zhenshan said casually: “If your anger is still not vented… it’s okay to let your servants teach this guy a lesson.”
Zhang Yang did not dare to say anything anymore. He gave the servants on one side a hint with his eyes. This party then continued to go towards the city’s center.
There were two servants who did not leave with them and, instead, ran towards Bai Yunfei with a ferocious expression. Bai Yunfei had heard Zhang Zhenshan’s words just then so he knew that it was impossible not to take this beating today. If he resisted, there would be a very high chance that he would be injured even more severely. So he had no choice but to curl up, protect his head and let these two men beat him up for a short period of time.
Having gone a long distance, Zhang Yang slightly cast a look backwards in an unnoticeable manner, his eyes filled with jealousy and hatred. But when he turned back to Liu Meng, he immediately assumed the image of an elegant young nobleman and continued to politely introduce Luoshi City to her.
Dragging his heavy body, Bai Yunfei moved back home bit by bit then pushed open that tottering door. There was only a simple crude bed inside the narrow house. The bright moonlight was shining through the several big holes in the roof so it was not very dark inside the house either.
Everything sellable in the house had already been sold. Originally he had had another house next door but it had been sold as well.
Bai Yunfei sat on the bed, his eyes staring at the roof somewhat absently. He massaged the places on his body that had been beaten black and blue. As he massaged them, his tears disappointingly streamed down — unwilling, humiliated, helpless — so what? It was impossible for him to change this… Bai Yunfei stroked the jade pendant hanging on his chest. His tears had stopped streaming down. This was a white cloud-shaped pendant about the size of a thumb. It was somewhat crudely made. One could tell at first sight that it was not made of a good material. But because it had been kept next to his skin and gently stroked by him for years, it looked especially glossy and even slightly gave off some light — this was the only memento Bai Yunfei’s mother had left him.