Dongfang Bu was taken aback by those words. "Impossible. No matter what, you're members of the Dongfang Family. Even if something went wrong, you should've been brought back to the clan and left to the elders to handle. How could they kill you?"
Dongfang Qin Lan didn't waste time arguing. She tossed over a recording orb, then said furiously, "Little rat, you sure make it sound nice. Take a good look. Is your Dongfang Family declaring war on our Great Shang?"
Dongfang Bu hurriedly caught the recording orb. He channeled his spiritual power into it and watched the recording, only to see the entire attack on Dongfang Qin Lan by members of the Dongfang Family.
The evidence was right in front of him, a sharp slap in Dongfang Bu's face. His expression grew grim, and he glared furiously at the Dongfang Family disciples who had been bound. "Whose orders were you following? Why were you trying to kill your own master?"
The captured disciples had been frozen by Tu Shan Ya Ya's ice earlier, and their meridians still hadn't recovered. Now they were bound with specially made ropes, leaving them unable to circulate their qi.
From Dongfang Yuechu's earlier actions, they knew this would probably end badly for them. So they didn't want to say anything. They could only hope that old Dongfang Bu wouldn't kill them before investigating properly, and that they might hold out until the Dongfang Family came to rescue them.
Things had actually been heading in that direction. After all, Dongfang Qin Lan wanted her father to return to his ancestral clan, so at least he could be buried beside her maternal grandparents.
But after Wang Yue arrived, everything changed. He casually waved his hand, and countless sword auras appeared out of nowhere, rushing toward the