"Father, what use was there in pacing back and forth like this? Whatever happens to the Myriad Poison Sect, you cannot affect it merely by walking around."
Wang Yehe sat by the wine table, watching his elderly father, Wang Zhihe, pace back and forth through the small hall. He spoke helplessly.
Wang Zhihe was already advanced in years. Though martial training had kept him strong, the many hidden injuries left behind by his early battles had rendered him unable to bear heavy burdens. The position of family head had now been handed over to Wang Yehe.
Though Wang Yehe was capable and bore the Jianghu reputation of Riding the Wind and Crane, he still could not compare to his eldest son, Wang Shaojun.
"Wei He of the Myriad Poison Sect is on good terms with our Wang Family. Now that he has encountered such a calamity, it is only natural that I am anxious. If, if..." It was precisely because Wang Zhihe understood the Wushi Sect's circumstances so clearly that he was burning with anxiety.
Unlike Wang Yehe, who had yet to realize the severity of the matter and still sat there calmly drinking tea.
"Father, Grandfather." Wang Shaojun returned from outside in official robes. Seeing the two seated in the small hall, he found all four eyes turning toward him at once.
"How is it!? What is the situation?" Wang Zhihe halted and asked.
Wang Shaojun removed his official robes and, hearing this, gently shook his head.
"No news has returned yet. Wei He... reportedly, he has already disbanded the Myriad Poison Sect. The entire Myriad Poison City is empty. Everyone has left, and their whereabouts are unknown."
"What about the High Persons of the Wushi Sect?" Wang Zhihe pressed on.
"They have already caught up. They say two