Song Jia was about to accept the robes from Patriarch Wei when Sun Xun suddenly stepped forward and received it personally.
"Many thanks. As for today, I trust Patriarch Wei to do what needs to be done." Sun Xun was a head taller than Patriarch Wei so he was now looking down at him, making him even more intimidating.
Patriarch Wei couldn't see the two's cultivation rank and they didn't show any fear or reservations about butting heads with the Wei family. He decided to just be on the safe side and treat them respectfully.
"Yes, I'll give you my word." Patriarch Wei said, saluting them.
Sun Xun grabbed Song Jia's hand and left with her, not even sparing a glance at the servants who had offended them.
Patriarch Wei turned to the guards and the maidservants, his gaze fierce.
"Head to the residence, all of you." He said, gritting his teeth.
He had to suffer such humiliation because of their foolishness.
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