"Why did Your Excellency suddenly resort to violence and injure someone?" When Ouyang Qingtian turned around, he had already put on the mask of a head of an Ancient Martial Family, though the throbbing veins at his temples betrayed his true emotions.
"I was merely teaching him some manners." Zhang Ming leaned casually against the vermilion-lacquered pillar, one hand in his pocket, a cold curve playing at the corners of his lips. "Since he hasn't learned how to speak properly, taking a slap across the face should help him remember."
Ouyang Qingtian's pupils suddenly constricted. In the thirty years he had led the family, no mundane person had ever dared speak of Ancient Martial disciples with such casual disdain. His Adam's apple bobbed several times before he suddenly reached out, grabbing the about-to-erupt Ouyang Zheng and dragging him forward. "Apologize to this gentleman."
Chapter 79