"How dare you! It seems you two old men truly have a death wish," Duke An snarled, his veins popping with rage.
"Hehe, who would have thought that Daxia, known as the land of courtesy, only knows how to oppress others with power. Boss He and Third Brother He neither rob nor steal, conducting legitimate business as law-abiding citizens. They pay every copper coin of taxes due to the Imperial Department of Revenue. Even if Duke An were to complain to the Heavenly Emperor himself, it would be useless." Ye Lingyue saw Duke An and his daughter, both of which were clearly cut from the same cloth, and she couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.
"And who might you be, to speak to my father in such a manner?" An Minxia's cultivation had recently broken through, and she now stood at the Postnatal Peak, nearing the Elixir Realm.
