Jin Zha, Mu Zha, Your Father Wants You Home to Take a Beating

Sishui Pass.

The night was deep. The estate was brightly lit, yet the murderous aura brought back from the battlefield still hung heavily in the air.

Li Jing had just come out of Nezha's room. Nezha's injuries looked horrifying, but they were actually only superficial wounds and had not damaged his vital organs.

With his formidable Grand Unity Golden Immortal physique and the aid of spiritual medicine, he would recover completely after resting for a few days.

But the wound in Li Jing's heart was a hundred times heavier than the injuries on Nezha's body.

He did not linger for even a moment and went straight to the study where Jiang Ziya handled military affairs.

Jiang Ziya stood alone before a massive military map, seemingly deep in thought.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, he did not turn around.

Li Jing hurried forward and bowed.

"Your subordinate Li Jing pays his respects to the Grand Preceptor!"

His voice was hoarse and heavy, carrying an indescribable exhaustion and guilt.

Jiang Ziya's gaze settled on Li Jing. It was calm and unreadable, yet it seemed capable of seeing straight through a person's heart.

"General Li, have you come because of Jin Zha and Mu Zha?"

With a single sentence, he exposed the matter weighing on Li Jing's mind.

Earlier today, before the armies, he had already noticed that something was wrong with Li Jing's expression.

When those dozen or so Chan Sect disciples surrounded and attacked Nezha, Li Jing's body had been taut as a fully drawn bow.

He had tried to speak several times, only to force himself to hold it back. His face had looked terribly grim.

Jiang Ziya had already formed some suspicions then.

The King had once told him that, besides Nezha, Li Jing had two other sons: his eldest