A young man with a serene demeanor and handsome appearance shook his sleeve, calmly saying:
"I am Yan Daiqing."
As soon as these three words were spoken.
It was as if all the air in the room had been drawn out.
The people from the aristocratic families fell into a silent despair. The elder's face turned pale, then green, and red again. Although he was considered a renowned gentleman of his time, he spat blood and fell backward, struck down by these three words.
"Ah, Great Grandfather, what's wrong!?"
"Great Grandfather, where is the doctor!? Great Grandfather's pulse has stopped!"
"Dead, he's dead..."
"Great Grandfather was frightened to death by Yan Daiqing!"
Wen Qingyu twitched the corner of his mouth.
Yan Daiqing remained expressionless, looking at the equally unperturbed Wen Qingyu.
Not exactly feeling refreshed!
...
Satatanati sighed.
