When one beggar met another beggar, the two could risk their lives.
But when a wealthy man met a beggar, the wealthy man would definitely be unwilling.
Those who cherished their lives feared most this sort of barefoot man unafraid of those wearing shoes. The other party did not even want his position as sect master anymore—he had clearly come today to risk his life.
"You lunatic! I told you, I'm taking him away. If he isn't the one, I won't do anything to him."
As he fought Jiang Lai, Zhao Sanhe cursed furiously. There was already a hint of concession in his tone; unlike before, he no longer brought up the Zhao Family with every other word.
Jiang Lai acted as though he had heard nothing, continuing to attack exactly as before.
Once he had made his decision, there could be no turning back.
The Cloudshade Sect had suffered losses at the Zhao Family's hands several times. Back then, one of Jiang Lai's exceptionally talented senior brothers had also died at the Zhao Family's hands.
He had been able to join the Cloudshade Sect because that senior brother had rescued him from a band of mountain bandits. His parents and family had all died tragically at the hands of those bandits.
After avenging him, his senior brother had brought him into the Cloudshade Sect and cared for him in every possible way, as close as brothers.
At that time, he had lacked the strength, and the sect had chosen to swallow its anger.
But this time, he would not allow the Zhao Family to insult the Cloudshade Sect in the slightest again. So what if the Cloudshade Sect was inferior to the Zhao Family?
Even if he could only tear off a chunk of the Zhao Family's flesh, so