"No matter what, Sect Master Wei, today, we must ultimately have a fight with you."
You Rong no longer carried the air of a wealthy local notable like the other members of the You family. Compared to before, he now possessed an additional aura of stern scholarly refinement.
Whoosh!
He angled his red-tasseled spear downward, threads of rotating force winding around its tip.
"Wei He, do you know what consequences your actions today will bring about?" Wang Yehe looked at Wei He with some emotion, seeming almost unwilling to see him brought to this point.
"Consequences? When Zhu Chen plotted against me, did he ever consider the consequences? Now that he has lost, I am the one who has to consider them?"
Wei He narrowed his eyes. "Why?"
Wang Yehe had no answer. He had seen what Zhu Chen had done as well. He simply had not expected him to turn hostile with such ruthlessness and finality.
Had it been him, he would certainly have made disbanding the Myriad Poison Sect the condition, then drawn Wei He and several of its upper ranks under his wing. Only such methods could settle people's hearts.
Unfortunately, he could not understand what Zhu Chen truly wanted, nor why they wanted to seize so many martial masters and take them to the Prefectural City.
"Uncle, if you are done talking, you may step aside." Wei He spoke calmly. "For Shaojun's sake, I will not kill you."
Wang Yehe sighed faintly, but did not move aside. Instead, he lowered his right hand, force gathering around the edge of his palm. It seemed he too had decided to fight.
"Today, I shall witness the Myriad Poison Sect's fine techniques." You Rong spoke again.
His eyes sharpened, and the long spear in his hand began to tremble