Before the smoke and dust dissipated, the guards of the Duke Manor watched the gate being blasted off, and stood angrily at the gate, not allowing those people to go in.
The two sides were at a stalemate.
Sima You Yue looked at the place where the door was and mourned for the door of the Duke Manor for three seconds. Why was this door the one who suffered every time?!
"I will count to three, if you don't hand Murong Xi out this time, the next thing that would be blasted would not be just a mere door!" A short fat man was riding on a huge underworld beast, and looked at the guards of the Duke Manor condescendingly.
"We have already said that Young Miss is not in the manor now. If you are so aggressive, don't blame us for being impolite!" Ting Shan stood in front of the guards and looked at the short fat man without any semblance of cowardice.
