The Fan family was a small family.
They were doing fairly well in every respect in the Northern Kingdom.
Overall, they were the kind that avoided disasters, caused no trouble, and had no great ambitions.
They were simply a proper martial family, doing a little business in ordinary times and rarely dealing with the martial world.
Their living room had been requisitioned. Old Man Wu, the patriarchs of the Four Great Families, and the Old Dean—ten top figures in all—were holding a meeting inside.
No one else was qualified to listen, much less participate.
Lu Chengwen pulled Jiang Yuanshu aside. "Yuan Shu, you've worked hard."
Jiang Yuanshu smiled. "I missed you so much."
Lu Chengwen asked, "How's your health?"
"Not well."
"What's wrong?"
"Everything hurts."
"What would make you feel better?"
"Hmph!"
Watching the exchange between them, Zhao Ritian turned back to Long Aotian. "What do they mean by that?"
Long Aotian looked at Zhao Ritian. "Don't ask me. I'm impotent."
In a guest room on the other side.
Shan Jianqing slammed his fist onto the table. "Damn it! Absolutely damn it! Old Man Wu... five old fossils with one foot already in the grave, and they still dared to be so arrogant!"
Bimuyu smiled. "All right, don't get so worked up."
"You're not angry!?"
Shan Jianqing pointed at the door. "In front of the Four Great Families, they humiliated the Elder Council like that! How can this be tolerated!?"
Bimuyu looked at Shan Jianqing. "If you can't tolerate it, what do you want to do? Start a war?"
Bimuyu sighed. "Can't you see it yet? The Jiang Family is determined to protect Lu Chengwen. Once we make a move, never mind which of Old Man Wu we can deal with—even the Jiang Family alone will be pushed to