Chen Gu spoke with a heavy heart. "Third Brother is right. We wouldn't have built what we have today over all these years without Big Brother and Third Brother always standing up for us. Their protectiveness has been our shield."
"All these years, not a single person who ever stained their hands with our brothers' blood has survived. As long as Third Brother is here, he'll always avenge us."
Feng Du sighed deeply. "But ever since I went into seclusion and stopped wanting to concern myself with worldly affairs, I have to admit, many of our old brothers have passed away too."
Chen Gu tried to console him. "Many of them died on the battlefield, killed because we were on opposite sides. Those debts are hard to settle. Third Brother, don't take them to heart."
Feng Du chuckled. "If they died in a fair fight at the hands of the enemy, what can I say? I can only collect those debts when I meet them on the battlefield. You're right, Seventh Brother."
He sighed. "What pains me most is when old brothers die at the hands of their own people. And when they die at their own people's hands without anyone knowing why, it hurts most of all."
As he spoke, his eyes drifted over Chen Gu's face.
Chen Gu said cautiously, "That's true. The sect's been a cesspool these past few years."
"Heh. A cesspool."
Feng Du smiled faintly. "I saw it."
He stopped speaking to Chen Gu and turned to look at all the Feng family members.
Outside.
Thirty of the thirty-two people who had been late had arrived. There were still two missing.
All thirty were kneeling outside, but an invisible barrier cut them off from the people inside.
Everyone knew that, at a time like this,