"You still dare to disrespect your superiors? Such audacity!" Chang Wei's shifty eyes narrowed into slits. As she shouted angrily, she pointed at Chen Yang.
SCRAPE!
The iron sword struck the ground, emitting a grating clang as sparks shot forth.
"This..."
Chang Wei, who had just been haughty and sarcastic, flinched. Her eyes contracted as she involuntarily took two steps back, only to be stopped by a withered hand reaching out from a black robe to gently prop her up. It saved her a sliver of face.
"Without Chen Hua to back you, you, a self-mutilated wretch, dare to act fierce in front of the Chen Family?"
A hunched old crone, shrouded in a black robe, had deep-set eyes and her hands tucked into her sleeves. She squinted her jaundiced eyes, staring at Chen Yang like a venomous snake. Taking a slow step forward, she let out an eerie laugh, shielding Chang Wei behind her.
"Madam Hai."
