"If you want to know Wen Xinyun's Mother's whereabouts, fine. Hand over the Dragon Root, and the Wen Family will tell you!"
Wen Yang had just been about to speak when an overbearing shout cut him off.
At the same time, a terrifying pressure came crashing down. Lin Jiufeng saw a middle-aged man in purple robes, bald, with a thumb-sized black mole between his brows sprouting several tufts of hair.
After descending, the man swept Wen Yang with a single glance, silencing him at once.
"Thirteenth Ancestor!" Wen Yang called respectfully.
Wen Shisan was his direct ancestor. He had no choice but to show respect.
Wen Shisan nodded, clasped his hands behind his back, then looked at Lin Jiufeng with cold arrogance. "Hand over the Dragon Root."
Holding Wen Xinyun, Lin Jiufeng stared at Wen Shisan and said coldly, "The Dragon Root was something your Wen Family promised to provide to heal Wen Xinyun's injuries. Now you want to go back on your word?"
Wen Shisan sneered. "She bears the Wen surname. My Wen Family gave her life, so naturally she must sacrifice herself for the Wen Family. Besides, a mere girl is not worthy of consuming an Immortal Herb like the Dragon Root."
"The Dragon Root is an Immortal Herb and should naturally be kept for us to consume. Using it on a woman at the Seventh Restriction is nothing but a waste."
Wen Xinyun was furious, glaring at Wen Shisan.
Lin Jiufeng immediately used True Qi to soothe Wen Xinyun's agitated emotions. "Don't be afraid. Your Martial Uncle is here."
"Martial Uncle, they went back on their word and betrayed their promise... My mother..." Wen Xinyun said anxiously.
Lin Jiufeng said gently, "Trust your Martial Uncle. Leave it to me."
Aggrieved, Wen Xinyun rested her head against Lin