"Looks like I won't be getting back today."
"I wonder whether anyone brought in those strings of pickled melons drying in the front yard."
Zhou Nanwang gazed at the dense crimson clouds, where lightning flickered faintly, and sighed softly, his eyes settling on the man opposite him.
The Grandmaster across from him smiled helplessly. "Old Zhou, don't make things difficult for us. Your boy went too far. The Eight Lords were merely giving him a warning, yet not only did he refuse to appreciate it, he killed someone to make an example of them and exposed the envoy's corpse in the street."
Another voice chimed in. It was the second Grandmaster, from the Lian family. "Exactly. He isn't even your biological son, just an adopted son. Grit your teeth, close your eyes, and this matter will pass."
Zhou Nanwang did not answer, instead asking, "Only you two came?"
If the Eight Lords wanted to stop him, they could only deploy members of their own faction. The enemy could only be among those he already knew.
The two Grandmasters who had appeared were both Human Sect. They had once been Zhou Nanwang's friendly colleagues, yet now they were about to meet in battle.
"And me!"
A dignified voice rang out. It was Uncle Wang, stepping forward. As an Earth Sect cultivator, he was also an ironclad supporter of the Eight Lords.
The moment Uncle Wang appeared, he rebuked him. "Zhou Nanwang, shutting the door to teach your son is your family's business, and it is inconvenient for us to pry. But how exactly did you discipline him, to let things grow this serious?"
"The Eight Lords have lost all face. Since Zhou Daqian dared to kill someone, he must submit to punishment."
"You needn't go back. People are already handling matters