It was just a common saying, but it showed just how domineering the Zheng Clan was in Thousand Lake City.

Therefore, even though they could tell that there was something out of the ordinary about the youth, most of the elders’ first reaction wasn’t fear but instead fury.

“Second Young Master!” shouted the old servant plaintively as he rushed forward.

He had never thought that Yue Jianfei would end up on the ground with his face full of bloody marks. Furthermore, there was food all over him, so it was clear that someone had been bullying him.

“You guys are so cruel ah!” The old servant’s eyes bulged out with anger.

“Uncle Wen, they told me that…that my older brother won’t be able to come back. They’re trying to trick me, right?” Yue Jianfei acted as if he had seen his savior as he dove into the old servant’s arms, his face full of hope.

“What? The First Young Master won’t be coming back?” The old servant acted as if lightning had just struck him as his entire body became stiff. He quietly lamented, “That can't be, absolutely can’t be true! The First Young Master is a disciple of the Thousand Illusions Sect, how could he possibly not come back?”

“Heh, you refuse to believe it? Old man, I’m afraid I have to tell you that Yue Jianming is already dead. So don’t bother hoping that he can come back and help you anymore!”

The middle-aged matron sneered, “Also, the Thousand Illusions Sect...