Leave With An Angry Flick Of The Sleeves

Hearing that, Murong Bo's sharp gaze turned chill as it swept over her before turning to look at Feng Xiao where he said with a deep bellow: "Feng Xiao!"

That call of Feng Xiao was imbued with the dominance of a powerful pugilist and delivered with a conqueror's vigor, feeling as if the moment his voice sounded, a visible surge of mystical Qi swept through the hall, exceptionally oppressive, which made Feng Xiao who had been trying his hardest to minimize his presence to have no choice but to come walking forward.

"Your vassal's present."

Murong Bo was not able to blow his top at Old Patriarch Feng as he was the Feng Residence's Old Patriarch. Even though he was the Ruler of the country, he had to abide by the ancient teachings of deferring a certain level of respect as Old Patriarch Feng was an elder that was of his father's generation and hence if he was to throw a rage, he could not direct the rage upon the old man.