Chapter 879 - 778: Still Not Giving Up

Chapter 879: Chapter 778: Still Not Giving Up

The three exchanged glances again, but this time it was not for dealing with Sang Daokun.

One of them said indifferently, "Do you think the young master is so free? Do you think he should toil over your affairs? The young master is not in the Capital City right now. We will inform you about your matter, so don’t rush us!"

Sang Daokun said meekly, "But, that woman mentioned the Xianglong Sword Sect..."

Another person sneered lightly, "Then you had better go back and check it out."

The words contained a hint of mockery and ridicule.

Sang Daokun heard it, but he could only swallow his anger. Consider the Xianglong Sword Sect’s renowned reputation in the Northern Land, and as the Sect Leader, what kind of face should he have? Who wouldn’t show him some respect?

To elevate the Xianglong Sword Sect to the next level and give the Sang Family descendants a better background, he reached a mutual agreement with that young lord.

He merged the Xianglong Sword Sect with another faction to fulfill each other’s needs.

If benefits are desired, naturally a price must be paid first.

He was in urgent need to showcase his strength to the young master for future significant utilization. But this first task ended up like this.

Sang Daokun frowned, how could he not perceive the disdain and ridicule from these three people? They had only joined the young master’s ranks slightly earlier than him but dared to flaunt their power in front of him.

Yet, now he had no choice.

He said to Sang Xuewei, "Wei’er, let’s go!"

Sang Xuewei panicked, "Dad, didn’t you say I could marry Huang Zheng?"

Sang Daokun reassured, "Father will ensure your wishes come true. Isn’t Huang Zheng unmarried? Besides, even if he’s about to wed, what difference does it make? As long as the young master says the word, even if he’s the son of the Po Yuan Sect’s Sect Master, he would have to comply!"

The three of them smiled coldly inside; that Huangfu Jingchen is not only the son of the Po Yuan Sect’s Sect Master.

However, they were happy to see him offend the young master and would not remind him.

Although Sang Xuewei had lost confidence in her father due to past events, hearing this filled her with hope again. "Dad, where do we go then? Shouldn’t we just meet the young master directly?"

Sang Daokun: "..."

The three men: "..."

Apparently, the lady didn’t catch their previous remark about the young master not being in the Capital City. Is she still not giving up? What a resolute mindset she has!?

However, Sang Daokun was unwilling to reprimand her, "The young master has affairs to deal with momentarily. Worry not, I will handle it for you!"

They had come full of spirit, indifferent to others, with eyes on their foreheads, but now they were downcast. Crestfallen, they descended the mountain.

As they reached the foot of the mountain, they saw a group carrying chests and boxes up the mountain.

The people wore uniform clothing, all in their twenties, appearing particularly spirited.

Staring at those chests, Sang Daokun had an ominous premonition, stopping them, "Are you delivering these items to Haotian Village?"

A young man glanced at Sang Daokun’s group, "May I ask who you are?"

Sang Daokun replied, "I am from the Xianglong Sword Sect!"

The young man sized up Sang Daokun with a glance. Though Sang Daokun spoke with confidence about the Xianglong Sword Sect, he did not cut the same figure in others’ eyes, as he was thrown down after a skirmish, looking ragged and his clothes were crumpled.

The young man smiled slightly, "Indeed!"

"What kind of things are they, may I ask?"

The young man smiled again, "Naturally, they are good things!"

Though he responded with a smile, his tone was cold and distant, as if pushing people away. Sang Daokun stared at these people, asking, "Are you from the Po Yuan Sect?"