"Hmm?"
Upon hearing the slightly deep voice, Murong Wenyan's brow immediately furrowed slightly.
At the same time, his gaze stepped outside the hall entrance and eventually landed on Mo Wangchen in white, "Who are you?"
"Who I am is not for you to question. The Murong Family holds sway in the Sacred Land of Linxian Holy City. The Old City Lord once joined forces with the Heavenly God Institute to resist the Min Huan catastrophe. As his son, it's one thing to not know how to behave properly, but now you've come to the Zhang Family, intending to force a marriage. Are you worthy of your title as Young City Lord?"
Mo Wangchen's voice was cold as his gaze swept towards Murong Wenyan. He had seen too many of such idle sons, who flaunted their limited power and threw their weight around. It was inevitable that one day, they would truly cause trouble.
"Arrogant."
