The newcomer was a middle-aged Demon Cultivator. He swept his eyes over Zheng Yu and the rest of us, then clasped his hands toward Old Man Tong. "Guard Commander Tong, this child is still a member of our clan. What? Are you really going to show our Flying Marten Clan such disrespect?"
Since Old Man Tong had dared to forcibly keep Zheng Yu, he had naturally prepared his justification long ago. With a beaming smile, he said, "Old Third Zheng, it isn't that I'm deliberately making things difficult. Think about it—he actually slandered a brother at the Heavenly Dao Realm, claiming he was a spy from Sky City. Who could endure that?"
Old Third Zheng's eyelid twitched. He had already learned the whole story on the way here. "If he had brought this upon himself, I wouldn't have bothered with it either. However, our eldest family head brother said that this child usually doesn't like to lie, so there must be some grievance involved. That's why he ordered several of us to come and investigate. If the result is within what we can bear, then letting this matter go will be fine. But if it exceeds the limits of what we can shoulder, I'm afraid..."
If I had just arrived and heard those words, I would certainly have thought they were fighting each other with their reputations. But looking at it again now, it was clearly an exchange of interests.
Old Man Tong was not someone who could be satisfied just anyhow. Since he had already decided to offend the Flying Marten Clan and make a killing, he naturally intended to demand as much as possible. Thus, amid his folded arms, his left hand held up three fingers.
When Old Third Zheng saw this, he gritted his teeth and said,