It was over. All over.
Xue Beikong returned looking ashen, not because he had failed to catch up. After all, the ancestor had only taken Li Su to the ancestral mountain, which was not far at all—a single thought was enough.
But halfway there, Xue Beikong came to a stop.
What was he supposed to say if he went up there?
That this little thief was trying to steal his daughter and he disagreed? Or that his painstakingly devised plan to give that little thief a beating had not even had the chance to fully unfold?
If Xue Beikong dared say those words, his grandfather would probably beat him into something no longer resembling a man.
What a joke. With the Extreme Metal True Intent Pei Feng had displayed, the only person in the entire Xue Family who could compare to him in purity was their ancestor himself. How rare was that?
Judging from the ancestor's expression and reaction, the last time he had looked that pleased was when the Xue Family produced its second Limitless Daluo. His gaze was even fonder than when looking at his own son.
So what could he say if he went up there? Nothing. He could not say a thing.
One wrong word, and he would probably receive a bloody thrashing.
If his wife beat him, he would at most be black and blue for a day or two.
If his grandfather beat him, he would likely spend half a year groaning in bed.
The elders of his family truly showed no mercy. They hit people as if they were class enemies. Xue Beikong still vividly remembered the last person to be beaten—his own father. It had been brutal enough to leave everyone watching with lingering fear.
At that thought, Xue Beikong nearly coughed