Wu Family Headquarters.
The study was dimly lit.
Wu Yong sat bolt upright, his face livid, like a stone statue.
The Letter Dao Gu Worm in his hand still retained some warmth from its earlier activation.
Another high-level meeting of the Southern Border Righteous Path had just concluded. It had been as noisy as a marketplace; the Gu Immortals of the Xia and Ba clans had practically been shrieking and shouting, their voices plainly tinged with panic and helplessness.
The vast majority had been talking noisily, nearly arguing, as though venting their shock and terror.
"How could this be possible?!"
"Fang Yuan ambushed us and won a complete victory! All our Gu Immortals have been captured by him!"
"What do we do now? There has never been such a precedent in Southern Border's history!"
"If this gets out, our Southern Border Righteous Path will become the laughingstock of the Five Regions!"
"Reputation is no longer important! What matters is that our people are now being held in his hands!!"
"Didn't the Letter Dao Gu Worm Fang Yuan left behind say that we should wait for his offer?"
"Yes, but he has not sent any new message at all. Are we... supposed to wait like this?"
Those conversations seemed to still echo by Wu Yong's ears.
"Hmph, a pack of incompetents. What can all this discussion accomplish now?"
Wu Yong snorted unhappily, narrowing his eyes. His already slender eyes became even narrower.
Chilling glints flickered unsteadily in his eyes.
His fists clenched involuntarily.
"This is troublesome."
"Fang Yuan has seized absolute initiative!"
"Even if my clan refuses his extortion, the Xia and Ba clans certainly will not. The ones they lost were their Grand Elders."
"Heavenly Court's arrangements did not achieve any effect either. Hmph, I even specifically notified Zi Wei."