177: Let's each talk about our own things.

Watching Lu Yi with his arm around Shen Yueyao, that dashing figure leaving...

"Creak, creak..."

Li Xiu's teeth gnashed together, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, and veins bulged on his hands.

But he knew full well that this was the main hall of the Chu family, and the head of the Chu family, Chu Lingfeng, was right there beside him.

He absolutely could not lose his composure because of that bastard!

This stifling feeling of wanting to hit someone, wanting to kill someone, yet having to maintain his composure and force a smile.

Made Li Xiu feel as if he were about to explode at any moment.

To prevent his Dao Heart from becoming unstable, or to keep himself from losing control on the spot.

"Huu..."

Li Xiu took a deep breath, forcibly squeezing out a smile that looked worse than crying, and bowed to Chu Lingfeng to apologize:

"Patriarch Chu. As a Junior who has just arrived, I am quite curious about the local customs of Cangyuan City. I would like to take a walk around the city first to experience the unique scenery of this Lower Realm, and I will return to pay a visit later."

This was naturally just an excuse.

He just wanted to find a place without anyone around to vent the gloom in his heart.

And by the way, wander around the city's marketplace to see if he could pick up a bargain or something to soothe his wounded heart.

Chu Lingfeng naturally did not stop him, and even wanted to be extremely thoughtful by sending a few clever servants to act as his guides.

But Li Xiu politely declined; he just wanted some peace and quiet right now.

Switching the scene to the City Lord's Mansion from a little while ago.

Murong Che, with a gloomy face and radiating an aura that warned others to stay away, strode back into the mansion.

"Damn it! Damn it! Everyone is damned!"

He had a belly full of fire with nowhere to vent it.

However, when Murong Che walked into the City Lord's Mansion with a dark face.

"This..."

The scene before him caused his already extremely gloomy mood to instantly explode.

He even doubted for a moment if he had walked into the wrong door, or if he was having some terrible hallucination.

He saw his father, who was usually dignified, overbearing, stern, and whose word was law in Cangyuan City, acting like a local emperor.

At this moment, he was actually acting like an old servant who had humbled himself into the dust.

His face was plastered with a flattering smile that he had never shown to anyone else, and he was personally holding a teapot.

He was respectfully pouring tea for another young man sitting in the seat!

"Young Master Yun, please have some tea. This is the top-grade Spiritual Tea of our Cangkong Realm. Please taste it and see if it suits your palate?"

Murong Che widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the young man, Yun Mu, who was enjoying his father's service.

This person looked a few years younger than him, and most importantly, his cultivation base looked mediocre, perhaps even worse than his own!

Ever since his father went out half a month ago and brought this person back to the mansion.

His father seemed to have become a different person, obeying this guy named Yun Mu in everything, complying with every wish, and treating him like an ancestor.

Murong Che looked at his father's cringing demeanor.

And then thought about his father's attitude toward him—always stern and scolding him at every turn.

He even doubted for a moment whether he was actually his biological son.

This intense visual impact and huge psychological disparity.

Made Murong Che feel a wave of intense disgust and irritation.

He didn't want to see this frustrating scene anymore, nor did he want to face Yun Mu, whom he instinctively felt disgusted by.

"Hmph!"

He gritted his teeth, turned around, and prepared to sneak away back to his room, out of sight and out of mind.

Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished.

He had just turned and taken half a step, one foot not yet crossing the threshold.

"Stop!"

A cold shout came.

Murong Cheng's keen Divine Sense instantly detected his figure.

Murong Cheng, who a second ago was acting gentle as a spring breeze and humbly fawning over Yun Mu.

The next second, when facing his son, he instantly completed a masterclass in changing faces.

His face was cold as frost, his eyes stern:

"What is the meaning of turning around and leaving as soon as you enter the house? What kind of behavior is it to be absent-minded all day long! Do you have any manners at all?!"

Murong Cheng beckoned, his tone brooking no argument:

"Come here! Your father has important matters to notify you of!"

Murong Che's body stiffened; although he was unwilling in his heart, under the pressure of his father's long-standing authority, he dared not resist at all.

"Yes... Father."

He could only bite the bullet, turn around, and give his father a perfunctory bow, without even glancing at Yun Mu.

Murong Cheng did not care about his son's attitude.

He pointed at Yun Mu, who was sitting in the chair drinking tea with an air of composure, and with a solemn, even somewhat proud expression, dropped a bombshell:

"Che'er! Come quickly and pay your respects to your Uncle Yun!"

Murong Cheng announced loudly:

"Your father and Young Master Yun met and felt like old friends, we talked happily and found we were of the same mind, so we have become sworn brothers."

"Wh... What?!"

Murong Che only felt his head go "buzz."

He almost thought his ears had a problem, or that he was still dreaming.

"Yun... Uncle Yun?!"

He looked in disbelief at Yun Mu, who looked younger than him and had a playful look on his face.

And then looked at his father, who was glowing with health, as if he had taken advantage of some great bargain.

"Dad! Have you gone crazy?!"

Murong Che screamed in his heart:

"How old is he?! At most twenty-something! You want me to call someone my own age, or even younger than me, 'Uncle'?!"

Before Murong Che could recover from this huge shock.

Yun Mu, sitting in the chair, finally put down his teacup.

He acted very magnanimous, easygoing, and even somewhat "kind."

He looked at Murong Che with a smile, waved his hand, and said in the tone of an elder caring for a Junior:

"Hey, Big Brother, there is no need for such formalities. Che'er is also a man of talent; we are all young people, let's not be so distant."

Yun Mu rolled his eyes, a mischievous smile curling the corners of his mouth:

"How about this. From now on, let's each call our own. I'll call you Brother, and you call me Uncle. Neither of us loses out, how about that?"

"Pfft—!!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Che felt a sweetness in his throat, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

What the hell is "each call our own"! What the hell is "neither loses out"!

This was simply naked humiliation! It was like taking a dump on his head!

He, Murong Che, was a dignified Young City Lord; how could he face anyone when he went out in the future?

"You..."

Murong Che's face instantly turned the color of pig liver, his fists clenched tight, and his whole body was trembling.

However, under Murong Cheng's stern, pressing gaze, which seemed to threaten the use of family law if he dared to say half a word of refusal.

Murong Che ultimately failed to stand tough in front of this cheap "Uncle Yun."

"I..."

He held it in for a long time, his face turning purple, but he just couldn't force out that humiliating "Uncle."

"Hmph!!"

In the end, he could only let out a heavy snort through his nostrils.

He fiercely flicked his sleeves, turned around, and rushed out of the hall as if escaping.

However, just as he was about to step out the door.

Behind him came his father Murong Cheng's "whispers," clear and unreserved, laced with a tone of disappointment that he hadn't lived up to expectations, which drilled clearly into his ears:

"Sigh... Worthy Brother, please excuse the embarrassment. This rebellious son has been spoiled by me since he was young; he doesn't understand any manners, is impetuous, and will be hard to make into something great."

"Sigh, if only he could have one ten-thousandth of your steadiness and talent, Worthy Brother, I would die without regrets..."

Hearing this.

Murong Che stumbled, his mentality collapsed! Completely collapsed!

This house, he couldn't stay here anymore!