After the Wang Family Patriarch flew out through the front gate, his gaze shot toward Chen Changming like swords, fixing him with a cold stare.
His eyes were incomparably sharp, like two invisible blades that seemed intent on seeing straight through Chen Changming.
"Fellow Daoist, why did you injure members of my Wang Family?"
The Wang Family Patriarch asked in a deep voice, his words like muffled thunder rolling through the night sky.
"They attacked me first. The fact that I didn't kill them was already me being courteous."
Chen Changming smiled faintly, his tone breezy, as though he were discussing something utterly trivial.
With a sweep of his hand, Wang Haichao, his son, and the unconscious Old Huang all flew toward the Wang Family Patriarch.
They were of no use to him anyway.
The Wang Family had flourishing descendants, and quite a few direct-lineage cultivators in the Void Refinement Realm.
Thus, the Wang Family Patriarch would not hand over the complete Pagoda-Lifting Heavenly Art in exchange for Wang Haichao and his son.
So he would have to truly make a move and beat the other party into submission.
The Wang Family Patriarch waved a hand and caught the three of them.
His gaze swept over Wang Haichao and his son. After confirming that neither had suffered any serious harm, he looked at the unconscious Old Huang, his brows knitting slightly.
This gray-robed man had injured them, then sent them back. What was he trying to do?
"Wang Family Patriarch, I did not come today to seek revenge, nor did I come to cause trouble." Chen Changming spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching the ears of everyone present. "I merely wish to borrow your family's Pagoda-Lifting Heavenly Art for a look."
"Borrow the Pagoda-Lifting Heavenly Art?"
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