Chapter 21 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Feng Tianlan pouted slightly as her gaze lingered on Luo Yunzhu’s now vanished frame. Why would she flee faster than a rabbit at the sight of the Wargod emerging from the Fragrance Restaurant?

Chuling stood behind Feng Tianlan. Her knees went weak at the sound of approaching footsteps. She’d also wanted to escape alongside Miss Luo; the Wargod was simply too terrifying. His footsteps sounded like the haunts of vicious ghosts and made her tremble all over.

Feng Tianlan also heard the footsteps and leaned slightly toward them. She saw that Si Mobai’s gown, which fluttered in the wind, was missing a corner. He passed her, looking like a celestial being. What a strong presence he has. Si Mobai even glows when casually strolling. No wonder people call him “Wargod.” He is indeed worthy of the word “god”!

When Si Mobai had moved some distance away, Chuling released her clenched breath and said, “Miss, it’s too terrifying to be around the Wargod. We should keep our distance.”

Feng Tianlan raised an eyebrow. Maybe because she’d always been surrounded by powerful beings in her previous life, she was not particularly scared of Si Mobai’s aura.

When they returned to the Feng Manor, all the lights were lit. Servants lined up solemnly on both sides of the passageway leading to the main hall. It was as if she were on trial in a Three-Judge Court!

“Miss.” Chuling quickly understood the situation and trembled. To call it a trial in a Three-Judge Court was an understatement. It looked like they were going to execute her!

“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Feng Tianlan said, stealing a glimpse at the servants. She stepped in, composed, inspecting everyone in the room.

A charismatic and mannerly middle-aged man sat at the head seat in the main hall. He must have been quite the charming fellow when he was young. Beside him sat a lady, seemingly despising everything, with her chin up and a haughty air. If it were not for the woman’s hairdo, which signified that she was married, she could have easily passed as a girl in her twenties. She looked really young, but her vicious glare made her expression look a little twisted. The middle-aged man was Feng Tianlan’s father, Feng Xiang. The lady was her stepmother, Xu Jiayi!

As soon as Feng Tianlan reached the middle of the hall, she heard a sharp, fierce order: “Kneel!”