Feng Huishan coughed blood

"It was not I, but my disciple who saw your daughter's past," the old beggar said, returning a crooked smile to the middle-aged man.

Every eye, including Feng Huishan's, was drawn to the middle-aged man with a solemn expression on his face. His gaze scanned everyone before returning to the Patriarch and nodding.

"I have seen your daughter's past, but." But, as soon as he said but, the Patriarch grabbed the middle-aged man's shoulders, his frantic eyes staring at him.

However, the middle-aged man coughed, "Could you please allow me to finish my sentence? I don't think you should interrupt anyone's talk, do you?"

With an awkward expression on his face, the Patriarch immediately released the shoulders. He was so excited that he didn't realize the middle-aged man and beggar were mortals, but he was surprised to see that they appeared unharmed, even after he used his force on them.