"Hmph!"
Just then, an untimely voice rose sharply, "Second Brother, what you said is not right. It's good to be spirited, but because of his impulsive actions, he has dragged our Cangqiong Sect into this mess, and now we have to clean up after him. That's not a good thing, is it?"
Then, the third son, Yue Tianqun, with a frosty expression, walked out and said bitterly, "Now the Tianyang Empire's Envoy Team is almost at the Imperial City, and they'll see Nangong Yin's ghastly appearance. How are we supposed to wrap this up!"
"Shut your mouth!"
Yue Zhonglian slammed his hand on the desk and glared coldly at Yue Tianqun, "You have no place to speak here!"
"Father, I—" Yue Tianqun wanted to say more but seeing Yue Zhonglian's gaze, he shrunk his neck and suddenly held back his words.
Yue Zhonglian had always been very strict with his sons. Unfortunately, neither Yue Chengjie nor Yue Tianqun were very promising, and so Yue Zhonglian had no great expectations for them.
