Yue Buqun's humble words at Liu Zhengfeng's banquet had come true after all. His Huashan Sect's three most promising disciples had really gotten him into trouble—and serious trouble at that!
Bang!
With a deafening crash, Yue Buqun slammed his hand down on the table beside him, shattering it into pieces. Wood splinters flew in every direction.
His face had turned ashen, veins bulging on his forehead and eyes wide with fury. He glared at Linghu Chong, Lu Dayou, and Yue Lingshan, kneeling before him, pointing at all three as he trembled with rage.
"Senior Brother..."
"Calm down..."
Seeing her husband Yue Buqun's expression, then looking at their daughter and two disciples kneeling before them, Ning Zhongze wanted to intervene, but had no idea where to start.
To be honest, she was just as shocked by what their eldest disciple, Linghu Chong, had confessed.
Today was supposed to be a joyous occasion: Liu Zhengfeng of the Hengshan Sect was washing his hands in a golden basin. The heroes of the martial world had gathered, and although everything seemed peaceful and cheerful on the surface, beneath it all, the situation was turbulent. Everyone knew trouble was coming.
But who could have guessed...
She and her husband Yue Buqun had waited and waited. The auspicious hour came, Liu Zhengfeng completed his ceremony, and the gathered heroes ate their fill and gradually dispersed—yet the Songshan Sect never showed up to cause trouble.
Neither she nor her husband Yue Buqun, nor Abbess Dingyi, Tianmen Daoist, or the others could make sense of it!
But when they saw Liu Zhengfeng successfully complete his "golden basin handwashing" and announce his retirement from the martial world, and saw that the Songshan Sect had not arrived to cause trouble and bring about the worst-case scenario, all they could do