Xiao Li's father let out a cold laugh, pointing at Beichen's nose and cursing him, "You penniless bastard, how dare you show your face? Can't you see yourself for what you are?"
"Honey, why waste your words on him? Do we need his consent to take our daughter away? Just take her!!" Xiao Li's mom clearly didn't take the frail and seemingly refined Beichen seriously.
Beichen reached into his Taoist robe, and slowly drew out the Peach Wood Sword he carried with him.
His eyes flashed with an eerie sharpness, "Let's see who dares to take her!"
"What? You're going to fight us? How ridiculous, you take out a wooden sword to show off? Beat him to death for me." Xiao Li's mom waved her hand, sternly ordering her helpers to attack.
For a moment, only one among the people Xiao Li's parents brought held onto Xiao Li.
The others surged forward, and Beichen's eyes turned a mysterious deep purple, as he drew several yellow paper talismans from his waist.
