Jiang Bei's gaze flashed like lightning as he looked at Long Wenxue and asked in disbelief, "Your grandfather... was the previous Clan Leader, Long Zhenhai?!"
Long Wenxue nodded forcefully. "Benefactor, that's right. He is my grandfather."
Leaning against the wall, Long Zhenhai looked at Jiang Bei. After coughing violently several times, he let out a bitter laugh. "Cough, cough... Little Friend Jiang... you've seen quite a spectacle. Is it hard to believe that a 'dead man' who should have been lying in the clan genealogy, carved into a statue, would be locked in this sunless place like an old dog—neither human nor ghost? But the truth... is this miserable."
Hearing this, Jiang Bei stepped forward, his brows tightly furrowed. "Senior, forgive this junior's presumption, but how did you... end up in such a state? Could it really have been..."
"Could it really have been Long Hanhai and the others?"
Long Zhenhai directly took over, hatred surging to the heavens in his voice. "You guessed exactly right! My state today is all thanks to my dear younger brother and his pack of jackals!"
"Long Hanhai is my biological younger brother! When I was Clan Leader, he was the Great Elder. He had coveted that cup of poisoned wine called power since childhood! I knew he had ambitions and bore much resentment toward me, his elder brother... but I always thought that, bound by blood, he would at least have a bottom line... Heh, I was wrong! Wrong beyond measure! I underestimated his viciousness and overestimated that pitiful shred of brotherly affection!"
"He joined hands with Long Feng, Long Ting, and the others, meticulously laying a death trap. They grievously wounded me, then announced to the outside world that I had died fighting valiantly against foreign enemies. After that, they dragged this