Lu Qiushang's gaze was like two sharp blades tempered with ice, fixed firmly on Yan Xihua. He didn't deliberately exert pressure with his words, yet the natural aura of authority from being in power for so long was enough to make those with weaker cultivation present feel suffocated.
"Yan Xihua, even if your father were here, he'd have to show me, Lu Qiushang, some respect. Yet, as a late-stage Nascent Soul junior, you dare act so impudently before me?" Lu Qiushang's voice wasn't loud, yet every word was like a heavy hammer striking at everyone's heart.
Yan Xihua's face paled slightly, but she remained upright, forcing herself not to retreat a single step.
She knew very well that in front of a master at such a level, any sign of weakness would make the other look down on her, and then they'd become even more aggressive.
