A deep voice came from behind.
You turned slightly to find that Zou Nan was no longer there, and in the center of the hall stood a tall middle-aged man. This man had been seated steadily at the high platform before, and should be the owner of this residence, Zhang Ji.
"What, still want me to stay for tea?"
Facing a heavyweight general under Dong Zhuo, you still carried a playful expression on your face, as if there was no one in this world who could make you feel fearful.
"Li Muyun, do you think you can freely enter and leave my residence?" Although Zhang Ji appeared calm on the surface, the bulging veins at his temples showed he was struggling to hold back.
As the culprit of tonight's troubles, Zhang Ji wished he could flay you alive!
Not only did you injure his nephew, but you also chopped off the hair bun of his nominal wife with one slash. As you said, this severed the only link between him and Zou Nan.
