Changsun Wuchou's gaze rested on the noble before him, a figure steeped in the Western Regions' style, with a rather large build and a broad waist encircled by a hand-wide belt inlaid with jade, adorned with bright, colorful geometric patterns on the clothing.
He came to this town, produced the land deed, only to face rebuttal.
"It's just a piece of paper."
"What? That little girl from the Central Plains might have bought this place, but I'm not planning to give it up, so what? You Central Plains people are miles away from here. You think you can use the laws of the Central Plains in the Western Regions?"
"With your appearance, you think you can take this place under my feet?"
The fat noble had a name from the Central Plains, named Xiao Dayin. At this moment, he looked at Changsun Wuchou, waved his hand, and already two or three burly men with martial arts had come over.
It seemed that last year when Xue Shuangtao subdued him, it left a shadow in his heart.
