"He is your Bao Clan's ancestor, not mine."
Song Wen glanced back at the door. After the four entered the pavilion, the door had slammed shut, and the formation had been activated.
This meant that nothing happening inside the cave dwelling could be detected by outsiders.
Song Wen could not help but sneer inwardly. They truly were seeking their own deaths.
"You dare disrespect our ancestor? You're courting death!"
Bao Rong shouted angrily and raised her right hand.
Spiritual light shimmered around her hand as she swung it at Song Wen.
Song Wen neither dodged nor evaded. He also raised a hand and waved it, yet his strike landed after hers had begun but before it could arrive.
Slap!
A resounding slap rang out.
Bao Rong was sent spinning through the air. Blood and teeth sprayed from her mouth as she flew two zhang before hitting the ground, landing right before Bao Tianming's stone couch.
"Y-You dare lay a hand on me!"
Feeling the searing pain on her face, Bao Rong was beside herself with rage.
The right side of her face was completely red and swollen, five finger marks plainly visible. Few teeth remained in her mouth.
Yet rage had not clouded her mind. She knew that "Wen Xuan" was far from as simple as he appeared. Rather than get up, she remained sprawled on the ground and pleaded to Bao Tianming.
"Ancestor, this man dared attack in your presence. This is an outrageous insult. I beg you, Ancestor, to take action and kill him."
Bao Tianming did not rush to act. He merely scrutinized Song Wen with a cold gaze.
"Who exactly are you, sir? What is your purpose in coming to my Bao Clan?"
The corners of Song Wen's lips curled into a faint smile.
"Weren't you