That burly man stumbled forward uncontrollably after suddenly getting hit in the back by a palm strike.
This propelled him under another person's whip, which immediately tore his flesh. He covered the whip lash on his face and howled in anguish.
For a moment, it was silent inside and outside the hall.
Everybody's teasing laughter came to a halt because of this, and they turned around in surprise.
Shuntian Prefecture's prefecture lord and his wife, who were sitting in the center and entertaining the guests of honor, looked at Qiao Mu's group with peculiar expressions.
Shuntian Prefecture's Prefecture Lord Geng Pengcheng, looked like a middle-aged man who was nearing fifty. His sideburns were sparse, and he had thick eyebrows and big eyes. His scrutinizing gaze from his bright and piercing eagle eyes was the kind that unconsciously intimidated its target.
