Zong Yan felt suffocating pressure drape around him as he faced Yushi Moli. He’d always been one to hold fast to his words; the same applied even as he faced the boy’s current state. He didn’t budge an inch—he’d said that Yushi Moli wouldn’t enter the residence, and so the boy wouldn’t.

No one could make him change his mind, not even Yushi Jianchou!

Yushi Moli stared coldly at him while Zong Yan grit his teeth, the fear in his heart too much to put into words. He didn’t understand it—how was the cowardly and stubborn young master exuding such a terrifying aura?

He’d never felt this kind of feeling before, not even from the city lord!

“I don’t need your men to escort me out, I’ll go myself.” Yushi Moli looked deeply at Zong Yan before turning on his heel. He felt that he should...