Three Hundred and Eighty-Eight: Admonition

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The godlike Mi Chu looked down at the humble scholar in front of him, and inquired coldly, “Mi Qing, who are you to him?”

With Mi Qing’s simple name flowing from Mi Chu’s lips, the boisterous Jiang Lin quietened once more. Many spectators stared at the Mi’s proud prince in incomprehension.

They knew he was unrivaled in his arrogance but now he seemed nothing short of a fool. b

Everyone in Xiling knew that Mi Qing was the village head of the Mi Village, but this type of inquiry was incredibly stupid. Even if this scholar was indeed the remainder of the Mi Village, how could he dare to admit it publicly? That would be akin to suicide. A few suppressed snickers rang out among the crowd.

Only Xiao Zheng had a somber look on his face. People often say that familiarity reveals one’s true nature, but most times, you could tell if someone was human or a beast at a glance.

The purity of Mi Bai was rare in his life experience, it was impossible for such a respectful and well-mannered individual to deny his relationship to his birth father in public. However, by refusing to do so, there would be no one to save him.

“Good friend, please don’t do anything foolish!” Xiao Zheng inwardly pleaded hoping that the gods could hear his prayers.

But if Mi Bai didn’t do so, then howwas he Mi Bai?

Qjng is my

are looking for the survivors of Mi Village, it’s only me. All those children are innocent and were displaced in Xiling. Please release them.” He had known this day would come since he was ten. Either a member of the Tang Family or

of wandering and hardship had caused him to forget the smiles and voices of all the villagers of Mi Village, including his father’s and mother’s But what he would never forget was his father’s words when he coveted the new toys and clothes of

don’t bully the weak, and we don’t take what’s

with him as he grew. Although he could

a trickster, or a beggar, all due to his father’s teachings. And this choice had allowed him to make friends like Xu Lao, Tang Luo, and Xiao Zheng. He felt honored to have such a father, so how could

oppressing the weak? Filled with rage, Mi Bai stared at

flabbergasted. How had such a fool managed to survive this long? Looking at

Phoenix, Mi Chu was like a ruling Saint King. His savage and domineering aura erupted, and with

Family’s clan leader preventing him from further aiding Mi Bai, he tried to create an

“Silence!”

finish his sentence, he was rudely interrupted by Mi Chu,

no desire to hear any excuses. He was here

and painter to be such a young scholar. Looking at the ‘Mountaintop Viewing’ painting brought back by the Yan Spirit Realm, he couldn’t help but feel a surging anger. This scholar had been selling his calligraphy at the West City market

and calligraphy being sold so cheaply by this destitute

He couldn’t suppress the urge to

talent should meet

up his mind to kill. He didn’t want any more of his calligraphy or paintings. He only

all the calligraphies sold by Mi Bai and only leave the ‘Mountaintop Viewing’. That would truly

his verdict, “Son of Mi Qing, remnants of Mi Village, concealing your presence among the folk of Xiling City, you have been recruiting men with the intention of avenging the rebels of Xiling. Your crimes

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