Lu Xuan's words about keeping Wu Jiu had barely left his mouth when the Primordial Spirit phantom of Wu Sheng floating in midair—
The wanton smile that had been on his face instantly froze, as though a layer of frost had suddenly covered it.
Then, Wu Sheng's rigid expression slowly returned to calm, yet beneath that calm seemed to lurk surging waves.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, you know this is impossible."
"As a member of the Wu Family, Wu Jiu can only be dealt with by the Wu Family."
Wu Sheng's expression turned cold. His eyes held no warmth as he stared straight at Lu Xuan, his voice devoid of the slightest emotional fluctuation, like a bottomless icy abyss.
Wu Jiu was a Supreme Elder of the Wu Family. If he were handed over to Lu Xuan for punishment, how could the Wu Family still show its face in the Great Xia Dynasty?
What was more, this was happening right before him, the Wu Family Old Ancestor, and they expected him to hand Wu Jiu over.
That was impossible!
The Eight Great Families could not be insulted!
Members of the Eight Great Families could only be dealt with by their own families. Outsiders had no right to interfere.
Naturally, the supreme Great Xia Emperor in the imperial palace was the sole exception!
Seeing that Lu Xuan merely remained silent, with no intention whatsoever of yielding, a fierce killing intent flashed through Wu Sheng's eyes.
However, that killing intent vanished in an instant. Wu Sheng quickly suppressed the resentment and ruthlessness in his heart before speaking again, his tone carrying a measure of helpless compromise.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, Wu Jiu's attempted assassination of Mu Yun was due to the Wu Family's lax discipline. We should bear the consequences."
Wu Sheng fixed his