68: Tragedy caused by a sword

Zhong Mingyi did not want to get too entangled with them either.

He cupped his hands and said, "I have urgent matters to attend to at home."

"I won't chat with you all anymore."

"Which home are you returning to?"

"Are you returning to the City Lord's Mansion or the Yang family?"

Nangong Beili asked, knowing the answer.

Zhong Mingyi said he was returning to the City Lord's Mansion.

He strode forward.

Nangong Beili and his group had no intention of stopping him again.

However, when he turned around,

several people noticed the precious sword strapped to Zhong Mingyi's back.

This precious sword was exceptionally unique.

Even someone without any cultivation could tell at a glance

that this precious sword was extraordinary.

Nangong Beili suddenly called out to Zhong Mingyi.

"Zhong Mingyi, wait a moment."

"I think the sword on your back looks quite good."

"Can you let us brothers take a look at it?"

Zhong Mingyi turned around abruptly.

A trace of displeasure was on his face.

"Didn't I already say?"

"I don't have time right now."

As he spoke,

the Killing Intent on his body involuntarily spread outwards.

In an instant,

it suppressed Nangong Beili and his group.

There were passersby near Zhong Mingyi.

The passersby were just walking along,

when they suddenly felt a terrifying aura rush towards them.

Their legs went weak from fear,

and they fell directly to the ground.

"In consideration of our past friendship,"

"I won't hold it against you today."

"Do not do this in the future."

Zhong Mingyi offered a few words of advice,

then turned and left.

After he left,

Nangong Beili and his group

were panting heavily.

They were all dumbfounded.

"What is wrong with this guy?"

"I always feel he is much scarier than before."

"Did you see his gaze just now?"

"It was as if he wanted to kill someone."

"And the Killing Intent on his body."

"In the past, the Killing Intent on this guy wasn't that terrifying."

"What exactly has this guy experienced?"

At this moment,

Zhong Mingyi had already returned to the City Lord's Mansion.

A servant led him to see the City Lord.

The servant said while leading the way:

"You have returned at just the right time."

"Several important guests arrived at the house today."

"What guests?"

"They are from the big Families in the nearby cities."

"Why are they here?"

Zhong Mingyi asked with a frown.

The servant shook his head.

Such matters,

how could he possibly know?

He glanced at the young master, whose expression was as calm as a lake.

His face showed a look of surprise.

Usually, when he mentioned that big figures had come to the mansion,

Zhong Mingyi would definitely rush over to take a look.

Why was there no reaction today?

"Young Master, those few are big figures."

"You don't seem to care about them very much?"

"Do they count as big figures?"

The corners of Zhong Mingyi's mouth curled up slightly.

His tone carried a bit of disapproval.

In the past, he thought these people were big figures.

But ever since following Yang Yi,

he discovered that true big figures were people like Haitang or the Zhang Family.

The big figures he had known and associated with in the past were merely overlords within a single city.

Such people were nothing more than ants in Haitang's eyes.

Having seen so many formidable figures,

he naturally would not regard the people before him as too important.

When he arrived at the meeting hall,

the City Lord had already finished conversing with the guests.

Seeing his son return,

the City Lord was very happy and introduced Zhong Mingyi to the guests.

"This is my good-for-nothing son, Zhong Mingyi."

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and pay your respects to the Seniors."

Zhong Mingyi cupped his hands towards the Seniors.

He exchanged a few polite pleasantries,

then stood obediently behind the City Lord.

Regarding his son's changes and behavior,

the City Lord was extremely satisfied.

In the past, his son would never have stood obediently behind him.

If he hadn't been jumping around, that would have been a blessing.

Now that he could be so disciplined,

it seems letting him follow Yang Yi

was the wisest decision he had made in his life.

"The precious sword behind your son is not bad."

"Could you let him take it off and lend it to us to take a look?"

A guest noticed the precious sword on Zhong Mingyi's back.

The City Lord glanced at his son.

He somewhat unexpectedly asked him to turn around.

Zhong Mingyi turned around.

The City Lord finally saw the Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword strapped to his back.

He had only been focused on looking at his son just now,

and hadn't noticed what he was carrying.

Looking at it now,

he also discovered the unique aspects of this sword.

Where did this sword come from?

It wouldn't be stolen from Yang Yi, would it?

This was the City Lord's first reaction.

He certainly knew what his son possessed.

This precious sword was definitely not his son's.

Then it must have come from the Yang family.

Yang Yi would not give Zhong Mingyi such a valuable item.

Then the only possibility was that his son had stolen something from the Yang family.

That was why he had run back.

A trace of anger was already on his face.

If not for the guests being present,

he would have already slapped him.

The father understood his son,

and the son also understood his father.

He immediately took a step back.

His face also tilted slightly backwards.

"Don't let your imagination run wild."

"This sword was gifted to me by my foster father."

"Gifted to you?"

"Why would he give you such a valuable item?"

The City Lord didn't care that the guests were present,

and asked directly.

Zhong Mingyi pursed his lips and said,

"Naturally, it's because I did something that satisfied him."

While speaking,

he unstrapped the Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword

and placed it on the table.

Several guests gathered around,

observing carefully.

Looks of shock appeared on their faces.

"A good sword."

"It is truly a rare and good sword."

"It can be called a peerless divine weapon."

"Who exactly would gift such an important divine weapon to you?"

"That is truly too generous."

"Even father and son probably couldn't be this generous, right?"

Several guests looked at Zhong Mingyi curiously.

Zhong Mingyi scratched his head.

He glanced at his father,

and said somewhat helplessly,

"You guessed right."

"This was indeed given to me by my foster father."

"Your foster father?"

"Who is your foster father?"

A guest asked.

"The Yang Family Head of Tian Yuan City, Yang Yi."

"Ah."

Several guests exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

They knew Yang Yi.

Recently, this guy has been rising in fame.

He has been causing quite a stir.

People in nearby cities have also heard of his great name.

But as far as they knew,

Yang Yi was very young in appearance.

Zhong Mingyi was about the same age as him.

How could these two be in a foster father-son relationship?

Zhong Mingyi was unwilling to explain this matter.

He pushed his father forward directly.

"If you want to ask why I am Yang Yi's foster son,"

"you should ask my father."

The City Lord briefly explained it to the guests,

then picked up the Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword,

and weighed it in his hand.

"It really is a good sword."

"It's a waste to keep it in your hands."

"Give it to me."

Zhong Mingyi was immediately unwilling when he heard this.

He snatched back his precious sword.

"Why should I give it to you?"

"I obtained this through my own ability."

"If you want one,"

"go find Yang Yi yourself."

"You unfilial son, I have been so good to you."

"You aren't even willing to give me a sword."

"You ungrateful wretch."