Chapter 875
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The woman from the Shangguan Clan was stunned. Seeing that a Foundation Establishment cultivator wasn't a match for the youth, she couldn't help but be flabbergasted and retreat step by step.
She was certain that the youth was hiding his cultivation!
However, no matter how outstanding a youth's strength was, he couldn't have easily beaten a Foundation Establishment cultivator to the point where she couldn't dodge or get up, right? Could it be that this youth wasn't a youth at all, but an old monster?
The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. She looked at the grey-robed middle-aged man and saw that he had been beaten into a sorry state by a small beast. His body was even covered in blood.
"You want to leave?"
Fengjiu glanced at the woman from the corner of his eye, wanting to leave. He curled his lips and attacked her with his whip. However, he didn't manage to touch the woman this time, because the whip was caught by a grey-robed old man who suddenly appeared.
"Since you've already vented your anger, you should stop!" The grey-robed old man held the whip, preventing Fengjiu from hitting the woman again.
"Third, Third Elder."
When she saw the old man, a trace of fear appeared in the woman's eyes. She restrained her arrogance and stood respectfully behind the old man, not daring to move.
When the grey-robed man saw the old man, his heart sank. He quickly withdrew his hand and retreated behind the old man, "Greetings, Third Elder."
"Hmph!" The old man harrumphed. His sharp gaze swept past the woman and landed on the middle-aged man, "I told you to follow me, and you followed me like this? She's not sensible, and you're not sensible either? How absurd! "
The two were scolded, but they didn't dare to retort. They could only lower their heads and listen.
When Fengjiu saw this, his eyes flickered. He sized up the old man and saw that he was a Nascent Soul cultivator. Furthermore, from their words, it seemed that this old man was an elder of the Shangguan Clan.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and apologize to Young Master Feng! "The old man shouted at the two people standing behind him.
"Third Elder, you clearly …" That woman was unwilling to accept this, but before she could finish her words, she met that pair of stern and stern eyes. She could not help but lower her head and swallow the words that were about to come out of her mouth.
She looked at Fengjiu and gritted her teeth. "I'm sorry."
"Young Master Feng, please forgive our rudeness." The grey-clothed man stepped forward and bowed. He did not dare to disobey the Third Elder's words.
"Excuse me, Young Master." The old man nodded slightly and said to Fengjiu.
Seeing this, Fengjiu did not say anything. He raised his hand and threw the whip back. "Alright, this young master is magnanimous and will not bicker with a lowly person."
She turned around and walked over to the stall. She gave the couple two gold coins as compensation for the broken table and asked them to bring another pot of tea. Only then did she call Tun Yun back. She walked over to the unbroken table and sat down.
"You two go back first." The old man turned around and said to the two of them, indicating for them to leave first.
"Yes." The two of them didn't dare to say anything else. After answering, they returned to the inn.
After the two of them left, the old man stepped forward and came to Fengjiu's table. He looked at his handsome face and asked with a smile, "Young Master Feng, may this old man sit down?"
Fengjiu glanced at him and asked, "What do you want?" This old man looked at her with a strange gaze.
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