Demanding An Exorbitant Price

"No?" The Zhu Clan’s Patriarch and Eldest Young Master’s expressions became grim in unison.

After they found out about the sequence of events, they wished for nothing more than to tear two Zhu Clan servants into pieces.

Now, when they heard someone had let those two servants go, boundless flames of rage arose in both of their hearts!

"Why did you let them go?" The Zhu Clan’s Eldest Young Master looked at Duan Ling Tian as he asked with a low voice.

His words had no lack of a questioning tone.

Although the Zhu Clan’s Patriarch didn’t speak, the gaze he shot at Duan Ling Tian had become slightly colder.

At this moment, this pair of father and son seemed to have completely forgotten that if it wasn’t for Duan Ling Tian lending a hand, the Zhu Clan’s Young Miss, Zhu Qing, would have already become a soul under the sabers of those two Zhu Clan servants.