Chapter 1627: Faces Full of Tea (21)

"Never mind that — how can I just let this go? You are a honored guest of our Nangong Imperial Clan. You should never have been subjected to such humiliation," Nangong Baihe said.

"Baihe, I, Chu Feng, am not a member of the Nangong Imperial Clan. So what if they're unhappy with me? In a few days, I'll brush off my sleeves and leave."

"But you're different. You still have to live here in the Nangong Imperial Clan. It's best not to make things too tense with them. Even if you won't think of yourself, at least think of your sister." Chu Feng looked toward Nangong Moli as he spoke.

Hearing Chu Feng's words, Nangong Baihe fell silent. Indeed, for her, Nangong Moli's future was far more important than her own.

"But you've offended them today. Given their temperament, I'm afraid they won't let you off," Nangong Ya said.

"So what? There's no shortage of people who've tried to hunt me, Chu Feng, down. I don't mind a few more. But those who hunt me will pay the price sooner or later." Chu Feng smiled faintly, then said:

"Come on, let's head back and have a good meal. Seeing all that delicious food on their table has got me a bit hungry."

With that, Chu Feng took the lead and walked back toward his quarters, his mood excellent, completely unaffected by what had happened earlier.

Watching Chu Feng like this, Nangong Ya and Nangong Baihe exchanged a glance, and the guilt in their hearts eased considerably. Neither had expected Chu Feng to possess such magnanimity — to be so open-minded even after what had happened.

Meanwhile, in the territory of First Prince Nangong Tianlong, everyone was still gathered there.

"Brother Meng, your formation doesn't seem to have been as powerful as expected. How did it fail to even wound that Chu Feng? It just let him leave unscathed?" Nangong Tianlong asked. A trace of displeasure sat on his face.

"Your Highness, rest assured. How could that Chu Feng possibly withstand my formation? I guarantee that he has already sustained internal injuries. After he returns, he'll suffer terribly — he won't recover anytime soon, and his cultivation will likely be damaged as well," Meng Xiaoyan said.

"If that's the case, then all the better." Nangong Tianlong nodded with satisfaction. Then he looked at the cup of tea on the table, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He picked it up and said: "Drink up. This tea — the tea that Chu Feng personally served in apology — how could we let it go to waste?"

"Big brother's right. Drink." At this, Nangong Tianhu, Nangong Tianshi, and Nangong Tianfeng all picked up their teacups as well.

*Boom—*

But just at that moment, the tea within the cups suddenly surged out and exploded like a waterfall, spraying Nangong Tianlong and the others all over their faces.

Because the tea had undergone a special transformation, what poured out was far more than a single cup's worth — it was the volume of an entire barrel.

And since Nangong Tianlong and the others had been caught completely off guard, every last drop splattered onto their heads and bodies.

At this moment, Nangong Tianlong and his three siblings, along with Meng Xiaoyan, had all been drenched like drowned rats. Their faces, bodies, and hair were covered in tea leaves — quite the sorry sight, utterly humiliating.

"This..." Looking at the five of them, everyone present was stunned. What on earth had just happened? They had been peacefully drinking tea, and now they looked like this?

*Crack—*

Suddenly, Nangong Tianlong crushed the teacup in his hand to smithereens. Glaring at Meng Xiaoyan, he roared with uncontrollable fury: "Meng Xiaoyan, what is the meaning of this?!"

It wasn't just him — Nangong Tianhu, Nangong Tianshi, and Nangong Tianfeng were all furious as well.