"Ji Tianhong, let me ask you, is there a young man surnamed Su living here with your Ji Family?"
Zeng Yin suddenly changed his demeanor and spoke coldly.
"Zeng Yin, whatever people in the Ji Family are here seems to be none of your business, right?"
At this moment, a middle-aged man from the Ji Family also retorted unceremoniously!
"Hmph, the people of the Ji Family are indeed none of my concern, nor am I interested in them!"
Zeng Yin snorted coldly and said:
"But this person, I must take care of!"
The person from the Ji Family was about to say more, when Ji Tianhong waved his hand and then asked:
"I'm not sure what relation this person has with your Tiancang Sect?"
Upon hearing this, a murderous gleam and intent appeared on the faces of Zeng Yin and his son. Zeng Yin coldly said:
"Two or three months ago, this brat severely injured my son Bowen at the inn in the market and even forced my son to kneel publicly! How should this debt be settled?!"
