When Qin Feng saw Su Yi’s silence, he couldn’t help but smile. “Young Lord, the ignorant are free of sin. I naturally won’t pursue that minor unpleasantness just now.” He paused, and a grin tugged at his lips. There was now a thread of arrogance mixed with his reserved politeness. “But now you know who I am, so you ought to realize that I truly do admire your skill. I hope you won’t disappoint my good intentions.” 

When Huang Qianjun saw this, he couldn’t help but lose his temper. “Qin Feng, if Uncle knew you were behaving this impudently, he’d be sure to blow his top!”

“Impudent? Me?” Qin Feng’s expression soured. “I gave you face earlier because I couldn’t be bothered to pursue things any further. Don’t tell me you really think you’re someone special?

“I’ll give you one last chance. Get out of my sight this instant. Or else, don’t blame me for humiliating you in front of the crowd.” Qin Feng's words were flat and indifferent, but they were rife with unconcealed disdain.

“You….” Huang Qianjun’s face was ashen.

“Scram!” shouted Qin Feng.

Two of his attendants stepped forward, looking unfriendly. It seemed that if Huang Qianjun dared say so much as another word, they’d strike.

Su Yu’s brow furrowed. He glanced at Huang...