In the small courtyard, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive. The leaves that fell from the trees seemed to be suspended, turning yellow mid-air.
At a small table, Qu Qingfeng and the old man were in a standoff.
With a serene face, Qu Qingfeng asked, "Your rules are quite grand?"
"No smaller than Bai Lu Academy's," the old man replied.
"If that's the case, why were you slaughtered to ruin and became a prisoner back then?" Qu Qingfeng continued.
"Bang..." An invisible storm swept out, striking everyone in the courtyard. Li Fan and Lu Yuan were blown away by the gust, and a breeze caught their bodies, gently placing them on the ground as they continued to slide backward.
The old man's deep eyes suddenly widened, his abyss-like pupils seemed to want to engulf Qu Qingfeng.
"Just bullying juniors like this is rather meaningless. I didn't harm your disciple," Qu Qingfeng spoke calmly, releasing a pressure that opposed the old man's might.
