Moyu Peak.
Wang Qiutang stared at Wang Qisheng with a sinister gaze. "This is what you did?"
Wang Qisheng knelt on the ground and said with his head lowered, utterly dispirited, "Your child never imagined Wang Shanhu would be so useless!"
"Idiot!" Wang Qiutang was so furious he wished he could slap this rebellious son to death.
He had agreed to Wang Qisheng making a move against Yang Qinting, but he had never expected Wang Qisheng to be so useless—not only had he failed to kill Yang Qinting, he had even let someone catch him by the handle.
Now things were just great. The Yang Family had brought people right to their door; his old face had been thrown away completely.
At that moment, a disciple hurried in and reported, "Reporting to Elder, the Law Enforcement Hall has already received the news. Elder Jiang has taken three hundred sword-bearing disciples to Qingyun Peak!"
Wang Qiutang took a deep breath and slowly stood up. "Move!"
"Dad, where are we going?" Wang Qisheng asked blankly.
"Where else? To Qingyun Peak!" Wang Qiutang roared in anger.
"Dad, you can save me! Don't hand me over to the Law Enforcement Hall!" Wang Qisheng shuddered, finally reacting, and hurriedly pleaded.
Jiang Baichuan of the Law Enforcement Hall was a living Yama. Anyone who entered the Law Enforcement Hall for committing an offense could forget about leaving it in one piece.
"Shut up and hurry up! If we're late, this matter will become troublesome!"
Wang Qiutang truly did not want to bother with this rebellious son and strode quickly toward the outer sect.
Youhuang Peak, inside the bamboo building.
Chu Lingxiao sat by the window, looking at the verdant bamboo forest of the outer sect. A gentle breeze drifted through, and the bamboo leaves rustled.