King Dai immediately screamed his lungs out. He had never experienced such pain before! He felt as if even his scalp had been torn off with his hair. On any other day, if one of his servants actually pulled a strand of hair and hurt him, he would immediately have kicked them in anger. But now, he didn’t dare! He didn’t even dare to get angry and could only make himself look as pitiful as possible, hoping that Zu An would hold back and go a bit easier.1

“You bastard!” Another furious roar echoed through the air. A terrifying aura surrounded the entire Meng manor. Immediately after, a streak of green light rushed into the sky, and the clouds above began to converge. At that instant, it seemed as if all of the ki in the world had begun gathering toward the Meng manor.1

Many clans became nervous. The eight dukes were going to make an appearance again?! The capital likely wouldn't be at peace again for quite some time.0

Just then, a figure slowly descended while riding on a magic cloud, floating in midair. He was the Minister of Works, one of the Great Zhou Dynasty’s legendary eight dukes. Peak of the grandmaster rank, Meng Jing!1

Zu An sized him up. Meng Jing was an elder with white hair but a healthy complexion. He was clearly much older than Meng Yi, but his skin was still very smooth with almost no wrinkles. Apart from his hair being grizzled like an elder's, he didn't look particularly old at...0