As soon as he entered Yuan Mansion, Old Qian charged forward with his head down, howling, "Give me back JunJun! Give me back JunJun..." He had completely descended into madness.
Yuan Mansion was vast, sprawling across more than a hundred mu. Pavilions and terraces stood amid winding corridors, their eaves looping and turning. Old Qian, crazed with grief, couldn't even tell east from west, let alone find the inner hall.
He couldn't find the Yuan family, but they found him. News of the commotion quickly reached the inner hall. Yuan Jingyan, the Yuan family's second son, was entertaining guests when his face immediately darkened. Then Old Qian's howls rang out.
Yuan Jingyan could no longer quietly sweep the matter under the rug.
With no choice, Yuan Jingyan told them the truth: a madman had suffered a fit of derangement and charged into the mansion. He had some skill, too, and had injured quite a few guards.
At that, the hall erupted into an uproar. Everyone clamored that today was the Old Grand Duke's birthday, and whoever the man was, such wanton mischief was a grave sin.
"What's the point of all this talk? I came empty-handed today, so I'll perform a sword routine in earnest for Duke Yuan."
A white-clothed youth stepped forward. As soon as his words fell, he drifted away with an elegant grace.
Everyone followed after him. This white-clothed youth was no ordinary man; he was hailed as the Sword God of the age. One rarely had the chance to witness his bearing.
"Second Brother, relax. Just look at who's here. Besides, Eldest Brother has already reached the peak of the Mid Soul Sensing Stage. And as long as Father is here, with the favor of the Immortal Sage, who would dare make trouble for our family?