Li Mu Yang hurried over to help Gongshu Ge up and said, "Uncle Gongshu, you're my elder, and Gongshu Yuan and I are brothers who've been through life and death together. How could you perform such a grand courtesy? Aren't you making things difficult for your junior? Please, come in. Come in."
The fat Gongshu Yuan raised his head and said, "That's right. My friendship with Li Mu Yang is rock-solid—hundreds of times sturdier than those wooden pieces I make, Father—"
Smack
Gongshu Yuan was smacked on the back of the head again.
Gongshu Yuan glanced back and didn't dare say another word. This time, the one who had struck him was his second uncle, Gongshu Xiao.
Gongshu Ge looked up at Li Mu Yang and said, "Young Master Mu Yang, there's something you don't know. Our Gongshu Clan was saved and protected by the ancestors of the Lu Clan, which was how we managed to survive. Otherwise, the Gongshu Clan would have long since been wiped out, every last member dead beneath the hands of the tyrant. How could we have flourished as we have today, with our clansmen continuing to hone their skills? Our ancestor, Gongshu Yu, swore a solemn oath that the Gongshu Clan would serve as vassals of the Lu Clan for generations. Whenever the Lu Clan faced hardship, the Gongshu Clan absolutely could not stand by and watch."
"This time, the Lu Clan has suffered disaster, and the Gongshu Clan shares that pain. We have summoned every elite within the clan and committed every Gongshu war chariot we possess, all so that we can save the young masters' lives and win back a little justice for the old general. As long as the Lu Clan stands, the Gongshu Clan will stand. Whenever the Lu Clan