Yuan Bin had truly been sitting peacefully at home when calamity fell from the sky. He had been living just fine in this mountain residence when people from the Pudu Cult suddenly appeared to stir up trouble. It was utterly depressing.
Had he possessed sufficient strength, he would certainly have killed every last one of them to vent the hatred in his heart. Yet though he had been born into the great Yuan Family, his growing rift with the First Madam of the Yuan Family had led to his expulsion and exile. He was no different from a lone man without kin. Faced with a colossal force like the Pudu Cult, he simply could not resist and could only avoid their sharp edge.
However, Meng Zhao's next words shattered even that small illusion of his.
"Forgive my bluntness, sir, but even if you flee these mountains, I fear it will be difficult for you to escape the Pudu Cult's pursuit."
Though Yuan Bin was worried, his expression remained fairly calm. He asked with concern, "Please, Young Master, explain the stakes to me."
Meng Zhao nodded. His eyes were still dim and lifeless, and his pale face lacked color, but his spirits remained decent. With great interest, he analyzed the matter for Yuan Bin.
"Dali and I hid outside the hall just now, so we heard clearly all that passed between Mr. Yuan and the Pudu Cult. From what that Pudu Cult Heavenly Maiden said, Mr. Yuan came from the great Yuan Family of Qing Prefecture, yet was disliked by the Yuan Family's First Madam and bore an irreconcilable, life-and-death hatred toward her. Is this true?"
"It is. It is an old matter from years ago, one I had long forgotten. I never expected those demonic heretics to expose it today