Old Lady Nangong was reluctant to part with Phoenix Feather Heavenly Dress, but she was even more afraid that Lou Wushuang would be angry if she couldn’t get the dress.

However, if she insisted on taking the dress from Xi Yue, Nangong Yu would undoubtedly be upset, and it might drive a wedge between them.

With a mocking gaze sharp as a needle, Nangong Hua sneered at Hexi. “Xi Yue, how shameless can you get? It’s one thing to be desperate to marry into the Nangong Family, but trying to claim our family heirloom too? If you have any shred of dignity left, hand over the Phoenix Feather Heavenly Dress now. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being…”

Before he could say the last word, “rude”, a strong gust of wind took him by surprise.

Nangong Hua felt a sharp slap on his left cheek, causing him to stumble slightly. His face was filled with shock and disbelief.

An old man sneered from the banquet hall’s rafters, “Who do you think you’re crossing, Nangong Family’s punk? Threaten my disciple? It seems you’re asking for trouble!”

“Master—!” Hexi looked up in surprise.

Immortal Xuan Qing somersaulted in the air, landed gracefully before Hexi, and chuckled, “My dear disciple, you’re finally in woman’s clothing. As expected, you look stunning. I have never seen a prettier young lady than you.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, I saw you put on the Phoenix Feather Heavenly Dress. Even the ladies in the God Domain can’t compare to your elegance. Hahaha, like master, like disciple. You have made your master proud!”

The onlookers’ mouths twitched, glancing between the old beggar’s ragged, ugly appearance and Xi Yue’s breathtakingly beautiful face. There are simply no similarities! Where’s the “like master, like disciple” in this? Aren’t you just spouting nonsense?

Sitting next to Lu Xuyang, Qishan’s eyebrows twitched slightly. The light in his eyes flickered.

Although Qishan knew that Immortal Xuan Qing was Xi Yue’s master, he was still shocked to see Immortal Xuan Qing take such good care of Xi Yue. Immortal Xuan Qing was notorious for being indifferent to people on Siam Continent. He never gave face to any family.

Upon realizing Immortal Xuan Qing slapped him, Nangong Hua’s face turned gloomy and pale. His eyes were filled with fear and anger.

He gritted his teeth and said, “Immortal Xuan Qing, you have to be reasonable even if your cultivation is higher. Phoenix Feather Heavenly Dress belongs to our Nangong Family.”

“Slap—” Another slap.

Immortal Xuan Qing said sternly, “What my disciple wants, even if it isn’t hers, I’d take it for her! Does the Nangong family dare to object?”

Nangong Hua gritted his teeth so hard they almost bled and snapped, “Immortal Xuan Qing, how can you bully….”

“Slap—slap—slap—slap—” Four consecutive and merciless slaps. Even if Nan Gonghua was at the Soul Splitting Stage, his face was swollen from the slaps.

Xuan Qing placed his hands on his hips, “I’m indeed bullying you, so what? If you’ve got the guts, fight back! Let me tell you, the Phoenix Feather Heavenly Dress has already chosen my disciple as its master. That means it belongs to her. If you don’t accept that, hehe, I’ll just keep beating you until you do. So, do you want to give it a try?”

Nangong Hua’s face twitched a few times. His eyes swept around. Seeing the mocking and pitiful eyes of the people around him, he felt a mix of shame and rage. He wished he could just find a hole to crawl into.

He waved to his subordinates, telling them to help Nangong Xin to leave.

However, Nangong Yu said leisurely, “Second Uncle, you can leave if you want, but not Nangong Xin.”

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