"What!?" Man Zhongli was so furious he nearly jumped up. "Your Weapon Sect has gone too far! Have you no shame? How can you make things difficult for people like this!"
Ning Xiang was equally enraged, her eyes reddening as she said indignantly, "When we return, I'll have Sister Zi Yi announce everything your Weapon Sect did today to the world. Let everyone see how you bully others!"
The Blade Hall Master's face turned livid as he listened. He shot Hua Xiuwu a fierce, reproachful glare, as if cursing him for speaking without thinking.
Realizing he had misspoken, Hua Xiuwu looked awkward, though still somewhat unwilling to concede. "Isn't your master powerful? Drawing three more strands of Celestial Thunder Flame than the Sword Hall Master should hardly be difficult for him."
Seeing Man Zhongli and Ning Xiang's expressions grow increasingly grim, Wen Ningsi spoke to reassure them. "Don't worry. If he truly faces danger, Grandfather won't stand by and do nothing."
At those words, the Old Sect Leader's silver-white brows shot up in delight. "Sisi, you're finally willing to call me Grandfather?"
Wen Ningsi's face reddened, a flicker of discomfort passing over it. Because of her mother, ever since she had been brought back to the Weapon Sect as a child, she had always harbored a measure of resentment toward this biological grandfather and had never once called him Grandfather.
The Old Sect Leader's delight remained. Seeing Wen Ningsi ignore him, he shifted his attention to the courtyard. That one word, "Grandfather," made him realize that the young man in the courtyard might well be an opportunity to mend and draw closer the bond between grandfather and granddaughter. He absolutely could not allow anything to happen to him!
Lu Feng was already holding the vessel beside the weapon-forging furnace. Through