When Lei Jingxiang and the other two at the Chuyue City inn saw the Haoran Sect disciples who had come to invite them, they knew those two disciples had returned.
Lei Jingxiang said calmly,
"We will go to the Haoran Sect on time tomorrow."
After the Haoran Sect disciples left, Lei Wanjun spoke with a grim expression,
"Martial Uncle, those two should have returned to the sect long ago. They only invited us over now, so the Haoran Sect must have already come up with a countermeasure. Is there still any point in going to confront them?"
Lei Wanlu, standing beside him, also said worriedly,
"That's right, Martial Uncle. There are only three of us. If they detain us—"
Lei Jingxiang shook his head.
"I know True Venerable Haoran's temperament somewhat. Back when things became so bitter between him and our Lei Family, he only wiped out the Lei Family members who had harmed him. He did not drag the rest of the Lei Family into it."
Lei Wanjun frowned.
"Martial Uncle, although he advanced to the Mahayana stage that day, our Lei Family has two Mahayana Old Ancestors holding the fort. It was not as though we had no way to deal with him. We merely compromised because we did not want to completely provoke a lone wolf.
"But things are different now. The sect he founded is his Achilles' heel. If he does not give us a satisfactory answer, we can likewise tear a chunk of flesh from the Haoran Sect by the same method. It would neatly make up for the Lei Family's losses. At the very least, we cannot let Sister Wan Qian's sacrifice be in vain."
Lei Jingxiang looked at Lei Wanjun's cold, solemn face and sighed. He said nothing, merely waved for the two