The Jiang Family was in a difficult position.
They simply did not know what to do with Lu Chengwen, Long Aotian, and Zhao Ritian.
They had killed Jiang Shang's grandson, Jiang Xiaogou, but they had also saved his granddaughter, Jiang Xiaohou.
They killed Jiang Xiaogou first, then saved Jiang Xiaohou afterward.
How was this debt supposed to be settled?
Jiang Yuanzheng's eyes shifted as he was the first to raise an objection. "Father, those three cannot be allowed to live! They personally killed my nephew, right in front of everyone, without giving our Jiang Family even a shred of face! That was your grandson! This is an irreconcilable blood feud!"
Jiang Bozheng said, "But when they saved Little Monkey this time, they risked their lives! The three of them fought the Demon Race army to the death, pulled Little Monkey out, and held out for a long time until we arrived to rescue them. The matter has already spread everywhere; the whole world knows about it. If we kill them now... what would that make our Jiang Family?"
Jiang Yuanshan said, "Oh! So because they saved Little Monkey, my son died for nothing!?"
"Father!" Jiang Yuanshan said. "Xiaogou was your own grandson! His bones are not even cold yet! If we do not avenge this, how will our Jiang Family ever stand in the martial world again!? They killed my son—your grandson—and we're going to treat them to food and drink... Who will ever take our Jiang Family seriously after that!?"
Jiang Bozheng said, "But everyone also knows they saved Little Monkey! The three of them risked their lives and brought Monkey back alive, only for us to pin them to the ground and hack them to death... Wouldn't that make the Jiang Family a clan that repays kindness with