Chapter 706: Chapter 706
The guards exchanged glances, their expressions shifting to a more cautious demeanor. One of them quietly asked, “And how do you know the young master?”
The guards regarded each other, their eyes reflecting a hint of disdain. They had spent enough time at the Corrosive Dragon King's estate to recognize freeloaders who sought to leverage their connections. They recalled a time when one of the young masters had just been adopted by the Corrosive Dragon King, and nearly his entire family had moved in, practically elevating their status overnight.
One guard finally said, “Please wait here. We will need to inform the young master. If he wishes to meet, we will let you in; if not, we hope you will not hold it against us.”
“Of course, I appreciate your help,” Fang Chen replied, smiling and stepping to the side to wait.
As he stood there, the guards occasionally glanced at him, whispering among themselves, clearly discussing his condition.
As time passed, Fang Chen felt a majestic intent descending. An invisible wave of 'will' emanated from him, radiating outward in all directions. The guards, unknowingly enveloped by this subtle influence, felt a strange sensation wash over them.
“Ugh, I suddenly miss home,” Fang Chen mused, his thoughts drifting back over the two hundred years since he had last been in his small village.
He wondered if it still existed, or if the passage of time had erased it from this world.
The guards exchanged glances, hesitant to speak. Steward Jiang's background was unusual. Compared to Young Master Xia, they were actually more afraid of offending him.
“Have you sent a message?” Fang Chen asked casually.
Steward Jiang looked surprised to see Fang Chen talking back. “Huh?”
He placed one hand on his waist and pointed at Fang Chen with the other. “Didn’t I tell you to beat it? Do you need me to have someone throw you out for you to understand?”
Fang Chen smiled. “You just need to send a message to Young Master Xia, who is in the residence.”
“The young master isn’t home; he has gone out. Enough with your wishful thinking. Even if he were here, you wouldn’t get to meet him. I absolutely hate people like you who try to ride on others' coattails, thinking you can just come here and eat for free when you’re so useless.”
Steward Jiang wore a mocking expression.
The guards exchanged glances, secretly resenting him. If they were to talk about people climbing the social ladder, wasn’t he just one of them?
“You're in charge here, right? Young Master Xia is your master, isn’t he? From how you’re acting, your young master probably isn’t living too well,” said Fang Chen, chuckling as he slowly walked toward the residence.
A faint immortal intent began to envelop him.
From the others’ perspective, Fang Chen had disappeared without a trace after a brief blur.
With that, Fang Chen swaggered into the residence.
He encountered some servants along the way, but they acted as if they didn’t see him at all.
Fang Chen seemed to have completely lost his presence.
Steward Jiang didn’t realize that Fang Chen had already entered the residence and coldly sneered at the guards. “Keep a good eye on the gate. Don’t let just anyone loiter around here. If anyone comes to cozy up to Young Master Xia again, just drive them away directly. Don’t call on me to intervene again; understand?”
“Well… Steward Jiang, what if he really is the young master’s friend? If we don’t report it and the young master finds out, he will surely be furious, and we can’t bear that…” one of the guards said with a bitter smile.
Steward Jiang retracted his hand and looked at the stunned guard. “Now you understand what to do, don’t you? You can’t afford to offend the young master, but you also can’t afford to offend me. Hmph!”
With a light snort, he swayed his waist like a water snake and turned back into the residence, gradually disappearing from the view of the guards.
The guard who had been slapped turned red in the face, anger bubbling in his eyes, but fortunately, the others stepped in to calm him down.
“Don’t be upset; that’s just how Steward Jiang is. After all, he’s part of the prince’s family. Even the various young masters have to show him some respect. Us lowly servants getting slapped once or twice is nothing. Just think of it as being bitten by a mosquito.”
“I’d rather think of it as being bitten by a dog.”