Lu Chengwen did his utmost to explain.
But there was nothing he could do. He did not know much about the situation either, so he could only keep guaranteeing that he would shoulder the whole matter.
He would be responsible for recovering the money; if he could not get it back, he would pay it himself. He would be responsible for dealing with the person; his own younger brother—once he caught him, he would beat him half to death to vent the Old Ancestor's anger.
After all that persuasion, both good and bad.
Tianwu Old Ancestor snorted.
"And one more thing. Our Holy Maiden was deflowered. What do you have to say about that?"
Lu Chengwen froze. "Uh... that matter... I... can explain... actually..."
The Old Ancestor suddenly flew into a rage and slapped the armrest of his chair. A surge of true qi rippled out, and everyone felt it hard to breathe, nearly unable to withstand it. Several Gateless Realm fighters almost vomited on the spot.
Only Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian remained solemn-faced and unmoving despite the storm.
Lu Chengwen hurriedly said, "Old Ancestor, calm down, calm down! There was a reason behind this. Actually..."
"I wanted you to become Tianwu's son-in-law, and you made excuse after excuse. One moment you said you weren't worthy, the next you said you had too many women... and in the end, without any proper matchmaker or wedding, you took the Holy Maiden's body. After that, you vanished without a trace. Heh, Lu Chengwen, is the Tianwu clan something you can insult and look down on like this!?"
Lu Chengwen hurriedly dropped to one knee. "Old Ancestor! My dear Old Ancestor! Even if Chengwen had eight hundred guts, I wouldn't dare!"
The dozen or so people behind him felt half their hearts