On Wuya Peak, the people of Xuefeng left the main hall.
"Father, how can you let that little bitch go? I almost died at her hands today."
Xue Xuan touched her neck with lingering fear, as if the chill of a blade was still there.
Xue Xuan had never suffered such a humiliation in her life, especially from a lowly servant.
"You have the nerve to speak! As my daughter, you let a servant hold a sword to your neck. You've disgraced the name of Xuefeng!"
Elder Xue's right hand still tingled with numbness, unable to exert any strength. His heart was unsettled, and coupled with the earlier slight by Little Di Shen, he couldn't suppress his lingering fury, scolding Xue Xuan loudly.
Xue Xuan, who had been pampered from a young age, had never been reprimanded like this by Elder Xue. Her eyes instantly turned red.
The people of Xuefeng had never seen Elder Xue treat Xue Xuan so harshly, and for a moment, none dared to speak.
Nearby, Elder Yue and Hong Mingyue walked over.
