Worry

"Some people had grown used to being arrogant, so I had no choice but to come here. But what happened to your Lineage? How did it end up in such a state?"

Shen Changchuan swept his gaze over the utterly bedraggled Third Elder, his brow furrowing slightly as he asked.

The other man's aura was in disarray, and his spirit seemed somewhat listless.

This was not merely the result of his physical injuries. Before this, his condition had probably not been much better.

It was as if,

before this,

he had already suffered imprisonment.

"Those Zhou Family bastards have no martial virtue!"

At the mention of this,

Shen Yingxia's face filled with boundless fury.

"Those shameless scoundrels suddenly launched a sneak attack. Before the Lineage could even organize any resistance, they had already suppressed us!"

"Even the Old Ancestor was ambushed and imprisoned by them."

"We had no choice but to wait for an opportunity."

Shen Yingxia panted slightly as he gave a brief account of the situation.

It was not beyond Shen Changchuan's expectations.

There were so many people in the Shen Family,

and quite a few Shen Clan members guarded the various locations.

For the Zhou Family to seal off and imprison the entire Shen Family grounds in one stroke, to the point that not a single Shen Family member could be seen outside,

undoubtedly proved one thing: the Zhou Family had long been prepared, and they had struck without warning while the Shen Clan was unguarded!

Only in this way could they have acted so cleanly and decisively.

As for this,

Shen Changchuan did not care much.

Toward the Shen Family,

he did not actually feel much attachment.

During the two and a half years since he had transmigrated, he had mostly lived in fear and trepidation.