A Death Threat

The group ignored the malice and hostility of the people in the room. Huan and Fen went towards the buffet as they started to prepare breakfast for their lady and her husband. Mors not used to being treated like this was about to go with them to serve his own meal but was stopped by Zhihui.

With confusion in his eyes, he follows his wife to an empty table. Both sit down on it; the table is close to the wall of the dining room. Away from most people and their energy.

"What was that for?"

"People don't really respect you when you don't have strength"

Mors understood what she meant, in the military, there are those drunk on power and use it to abuse those beneath them. He has experienced that same situation when eating with two forgettable characters. But that all could be easy to resolve by beating them up and showing your powers, plus Zhihui has great backing from her parents. She should not be treated like this.

"But it's different now, you got your talents, and I am here with you. Plus, we got your parents backing, we got to show people where they stand"

Zhihui knew what he said what right, but these people once they taste defeat will run to their parents and family and spin the story around to harm her reputation. How can she hope to become the heir of the clan and sect when her reputation is at rock bottom.

The path of admiration and the path of fear is the paths most used by those in power. She does not wish to be like her cousin, using her strength and making them fear her is not something Zhihui wants to do. If anything, she wishes to be admired, and for people to look up to her, she does not hate these people.

The only one she truly hates is her cousin, but soon enough her train of thought was stopped as Fen and Huan come back with her and Mor's meal. Placed it down in front of them, as they stood close to the wall to keep guard. In silence, the couple ate.

Both do not speak a word, Zhihui still thinking about what Mors said and Mors feeling guilty for pushing his own ideas on her.

"Sorry about that, I just want the best for you"

"No need to apologize, in this society your words hold merit"

The couple said to each other as they smile someone what, the servants behind were happy that the couple was back to normal. A couple can have arguments, but if they know to apologize and listing to each other they can grow together. Then again, both servants were ready to beat Mors up if he made their lady sad.

They only approve of the marriage somewhat. As the couple eats, steam pork buns, warm noodle soups with chicken broth, and fish exported from The Greater River Sect. A group of 2 women and one man sat at their tables.

Their eyes and energy around them put Zhihui and Mors on edge as they continue to eat, ignoring this group of people. Soon vile words escape their lips.

"Who do we have here? 'The Discarded' I thought you left the sect and clan for good"

"Ha, can your imagine that there are rumors that this chick got her talents back?"

"Nah~ if such a thing happens then I am a walking goddess!"

The group laughed; it seems like the news of Zhihui's talent has not been officially announced. Something Mors found weird, as he saw no reason why the clan leader and his wife will withhold such important news that will elevate Zhihui's reputation. Were they waiting to say the news when giving out the reward? That could be a possibility, but he will need to ask to be sure.

"Now who the hell is this bastard?"

The male said while looking at Mors closely.

"I don't think I ever saw you around this part pall, did you get lost by any chance?"

"Maybe he is from one of the countryside branches"

"Ah that could be a possibility, hey a country pumpkin and a talentless princess. The perfect couple"

"Ahahah Good one Lim!"

"What are your names?"

Mor's cold and masculine voice cut through the conversation, catching everyone by surprise. But the group soon breaks down in laughter, as they slowly release their Warrior stage pressure on Mors

"The name is Wu Lim"

"Wu Hui"

"Wu Yating and don't you dare think you are a big shot now peasant, you can't hold a candle to us even if you are on the same stage as us"

"Don't be so mean Yating, he is just trying to look cool in front of this whore-"

In a second the room went cold, and in the next second, the male who dare to call Zhihui a whore found a blade pointed at his neck. The cold red blade cut his skin and made it bleed. The speed of the attack was so fast that he could not even see it. A cold chill went down his spine as he saw the blood lust in Mor's eyes.

This pampers noble has never felt the blood lust of someone of the same rank as Mors. Mors has killed countless people in his past life, in close and long-range combat. He has killed for three reasons, to protect his family, to protect his friends, and for revenge against the aggression made against his friends and family. In his past life, he lost everyone close to him, leaving an empty man forced to kill to survive another day.

But now, he has a family he can protect. His original reason for joining the military has resurfaced, for the protection of his loved ones. The ending of sentient life is but a small price to pay, but he could not finish his killer move. Fen a whole stage above was able to grab his arm and stop the attack at the last second.

Zhihui only noticed what happen when it was too late, as Fen spoke in a cold voice. Not at Mors, he is more than happy with what Mors did. But at the male called Lim.

"Watch your tone young master, you are speaking to the lady of the Wu clan. Your clear disrespect of the clan head won't go unnoticed"

With shaking legs and tear in his eyes, the male nodded his head. Zhihui slowly stands up as she has finished eating.

"Lets us get going"

The party soon walks their way out of the dining room, living it in silence as they have created a small scene. Mors was the last one to walk out of the building, his cold brown eyes landed on the group that dare insult his wife. With his thumb, he does a cutting motion, for Mors made a mental note of remembering their names and faces.

The threat was clear as day to everyone in the dining room