"What more do you want?"
Even though he knew the old Daoist's identity was extraordinary, he was a young master of the Long family who had already knelt and apologized. He felt he had done everything he could, and if the old Daoist still refused to forgive him, that was the old Daoist's problem.
"As expected — no manners at all."
The old Daoist's smile grew even more mocking in the face of Long Pingfeng's anger.
At that moment,
He pointed at Long Pingfeng and the others and barked, "Foolish brats, and you dare talk back? Slap your own faces!!!"
"Grand Elder, I..."
Long Pingfeng was on the verge of tears from sheer grievance.
To him, apologizing to
Where would his authority stand after this?
"What are you standing there for? Can't you hear Elder Long Duan's orders?"
"Everyone except
"Even if you didn't disrespect this honored one directly, standing by and doing nothing is the same crime."
The other Grand Elders spoke up one after another.
Under these circumstances, Long Pingfeng and the others didn't dare hesitate. No matter how unwilling they were, they had no choice but to strike themselves.
Smack, smack, smack, smack —
In an instant, the sound of sharp slaps echoed like firecrackers outside the imposing gates of the Long residence.
But these were the sounds of self-inflicted blows — Long family members, kneeling on the ground, slapping their own faces.
Led by Long Pingfeng, every one of them was on their knees, swinging their arms and slamming their palms into their own cheeks with all their strength. And they struck hard — after only a short while, their heads were battered and bleeding, each face swollen like a pig's head.
Seeing this scene, never mind how shaken the outsiders felt — even Long Nanxun, a member of the Long family himself, was caught in a tangle of emotions.
This was Long family territory.
This was right in front of the Long family gates.
To have Long family members — even a young master of the Long family — kneeling before an outsider, apologizing and slapping their own faces at their very own doorstep…
What kind of overwhelming presence did that take?
Yet the old Daoist and Chu Feng had pulled it off.
"Chu Feng, if you can, please help Xiao Xiao."
A voice reached Chu Feng's ears — it was Long Nanxun.
Hearing those words, Chu Feng's heart tightened. He realized that
"Long Xiaoxiao?"
"What happened to her?"
Chu Feng responded through a private voice transmission.
"Her situation right now is very dire. Her life may be in danger. We're powerless to do anything, but perhaps… you can help her," Long Nanxun said.
Chu Feng had already grasped that Long Xiaoxiao was in serious trouble.
But he had no time to ask for more details. The Long family's matter regarding the source of the Dragon Vein had already reached Long Duan and the others. They couldn't afford to waste much time, so after the brief punishment of Long Pingfeng and his group, they immediately invited the old Daoist and Chu Feng into the Long residence.
Chu Feng then requested that Long Nanxun accompany them.
Strictly speaking, although Long Nanxun was a young master of the clan with some standing, he was not qualified to attend the meeting that was about to take place. But given the special status Chu Feng and the old Daoist currently held, Long Duan agreed.