Miss Xu was clearly already moved by him. When she heard his words, her face turned pale and tears welled in her eyes. Master Xu's expression also darkened.
Ignatius Yan furrowed his brows and, appearing to offer kind advice, said, "Lotus Sect Master, is this really necessary? Since..."
Before he could finish, Roxy Shangguan suddenly lashed out with her whip, striking Ignatius Yan squarely. His face instantly turned white—it was clear Roxy hadn't held back at all.
Ignatius Yan shot a sinister look at Roxy Shangguan, though inwardly he was deeply shocked. How could he have failed to dodge? How did this little girl possess such formidable skill? Or was it...
His gaze swept toward Quentin Hua, clearly suspecting that Quentin had orchestrated the attack through Roxy.
Roxy Shangguan kept her face cold and snorted, "What are you staring at? Are you interested in Quentin too, hoping to be his concubine?"
Maxwell Jing was in the middle of kicking at Ethan Gu, but upon hearing this, he stumbled, nearly falling and barely dodging Ethan's punch. Waving his hand, he said, "Enough fighting!" Then he sat down, ready to enjoy the show.
The others wore odd expressions, as if unsure whether to laugh or not.
Quentin Hua glanced at Ignatius Yan's sour face and, with a lazy smile, said, "Roxy, what nonsense are you spouting? With Sect Master Yan's looks, how could he become a concubine? Don’t you know concubines are all beauties?" Actually, Ignatius Yan was quite handsome, but aside from the Xu father and daughter, everyone here was good-looking in some way. Even though Ignatius Yan was decent, he didn't stand out among this crowd.
This time, Roxy Shangguan didn't play along with Quentin Hua. Instead, she squinted at him and snorted, "You like beautiful women so much—how many concubines are you planning to take?"
Quentin Hua looked at Roxy Shangguan's dangerous expression and realized he'd truly made a mistake this time. Wasn't this just shooting himself in the foot? Little Max had only warned him not to lose his chastity, never said to stay away from beautiful women. It was true that he’d always been surrounded by beauties, and even now, the Lotus Sect was full of them.
Maxwell Jing laughed gloatingly. Quentin Hua shot him a look and snorted, "Do you really think you're any better than me?"
As expected, the next moment Maxwell Jing felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles. The intense stares from the others made him restless and uneasy.
Roxy Shangguan didn’t dwell on the issue; the most important thing now was to deal with these reckless people. Her gaze landed on Ignatius Yan, and she sneered, "It seems my warning meant nothing to you at all, Sect Master Yan!"
Warning? Ignatius Yan was taken aback. Lately, he'd only received warnings from the Cloud Guild—could it be...
Considering this possibility, Ignatius Yan's expression shifted several times. He hadn’t understood why sending two beauties to the Lotus Sect would trigger a warning from the Cloud Guild, but now, it was starting to make sense.
Originally, he hadn’t dared to ignore the Cloud Guild’s warning, but before he could report the matter to his master, he was suddenly ordered to act quickly, leaving him no time to consider anything else.
Noticing Roxy Shangguan’s dangerous demeanor, Nathan Saint’s eyes flickered. He picked up his teacup and took a sip, his thoughts unreadable.
Master Xu remained silent, seemingly handing over authority to Ignatius Yan. Meanwhile, Miss Xu gazed longingly at Quentin Hua, realizing the tension in the air and not daring to speak up.
Sylas Ren looked curiously at Maxwell Jing and asked, "Just what is Little Demon’s real identity? To be able to frighten Ignatius Yan like that."
Maxwell Jing hadn’t even had time to say anything when footsteps sounded outside the door. Seeing who it was, he leapt over in delight, "Little Ethan, come here—let Uncle give you a kiss!"
Ethan Gray watched the person pounce at him, his brow twitching in annoyance. If anyone asked who was the most irritating person in the world, he’d answer Maxwell Jing—without a doubt!
Sidestepping Maxwell Jing’s attack, Ethan Gray looked at Ethan Gu and complained, "Uncle Gu, you spoil him too much!"
Ethan Gu, unfazed, pulled Maxwell Jing back and said seriously, "Poor upbringing—sorry for the embarrassment!"
Maxwell Jing's face turned dark, but he miraculously quieted down, returning to his seat to brood in silence.
Ethan Gu glanced at him, a barely noticeable smirk at his lips. He knew Maxwell Jing was plotting revenge, but he wasn’t worried. If they truly competed, Maxwell Jing might not lose, but he was often too soft-hearted—especially toward Ethan Gu. That’s why Maxwell Jing was destined to be bullied by him.
"Brother…" Roxy Shangguan beamed at Ethan Gray, "Your little sister’s been bullied terribly, and you only show up now!"
Everyone was speechless at her words. Who bullied her? If Ethan Gray hadn’t arrived just in time, they’d have seen her bullying others!
Ethan Gray kept his face cold. "I was delayed by something on the way." He should have arrived at Xu Mansion earlier, but was held up by other matters.
Sylas Ren sized up Ethan Gray and suddenly said, "Little Demon, I finally know why you’re so terrifying—it’s hereditary!" This new arrival was clearly no pushover either.
If there were only one, you could call it a freak accident. But if someone produced two little monsters, it was definitely genetics!
Ling Yi curiously studied Roxy Shangguan, nodding to himself—she really was the Guildmaster’s sister!
Ethan Gray’s gaze swept past Sylas Ren and finally settled on Nathan Saint. In a cold voice, he said, "Sixth prince of Sainton Kingdom." It wasn’t a question, nor a mere title—it carried deeper meaning.
Those few icy words couldn’t be ignored. Nathan Saint unconsciously straightened, meeting Ethan Gray’s gaze and replying in a low voice, "That’s right!" His eyes flickered, as if wanting to avoid the confrontation but unwilling to show weakness.
Ignatius Yan didn’t speak again, only frowned as he looked from Roxy Shangguan to Ethan Gray. His face grew paler—not just from his injuries, but from a deep sense of foreboding.