Long Aotian stood beside his chair, extremely agitated.
"Patriarch Zhou, look, isn't this exactly what's happening? The moment I sit down, you all start shouting about killing, interrogating, and demanding answers, looking ready to turn hostile at any moment!"
"But whenever Lu Chengwen sits down, you become all smiles and good cheer. He leaves you speechless, and in the end even gets a stroke of romantic luck. Isn't that right? Isn't it?"
"Isn't that a little unfair of you!?"
Zhou Yangqing also rose to his feet in fury and slammed the table. "Am I playing house with you? Who the hell calls the shots in your Yan Zhao Sect? If you can't give me an explanation today, this old man wouldn't mind wiping out your little sect right here!"
Zhao Ritian sprang to his feet. "Wipe us out!? Zhou, aren't you afraid the wind will make your tongue trip? You can skin Long Aotian alive and pull out his tendons for all I care! But touch me and see what happens!"
Lu Chengwen pulled Zhao Ritian back and tried to calm Long Aotian. "Everyone, say a little less..."
Yu Kuohai also stood up to mediate. "Old Zhou, Old Zhou, let's talk this out. We haven't figured out what happened yet..."
Zhou Yangqing was already burning with rage. "Fine! You young brats from the Yan Zhao Sect sure have guts! I respect you as men!"
Lu Chengwen said, "Hey, hey, hey, I barely said anything!"
Zhao Ritian roared, "Long Aotian isn't any kind of man! Don't lump me together with him!"
Long Aotian pointed at Zhao Ritian. "Zhao Ritian! Let me make this clear: just looking at you pisses me off now. You've brought death upon yourself!"
Zhou Yangqing froze for a moment. "Cut that crap! Lu Chengwen, were you the