"Shut up! You're a descendant of the Feng family. How can you say such things? how can you face the ancestors of the clear wind sect?" The old Butler could not help but scold Feng Yuanqing when he saw the sad look on Feng Yuanqing's face.
"How dare you! It's not your place to interfere in the Feng family's business. Don't think that you can criticize me just because grandfather took you in as his last disciple. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know who the clear wind sect is." Feng wuchen had the intention to show off his power in front of the other disciples. As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped the old Butler mercilessly.
"Stop!" Seeing that Feng wuchen dared to attack someone in front of him, Feng Yuanqing roared in anger. He tried to force his cultivation to work but he was so badly injured that he spat out a mouthful of blood.