Zhang Xiaofan arrived outside Lu Cang's cave abode and called out loudly.
"Master, your disciple Fanchen requests an audience."
The stone door of the cave abode opened, and Lu Cang's somewhat aged voice came from within.
"Come in."
Zhang Xiaofan entered Lu Cang's cave abode and saw the tearful Lu Chan sitting in a stone chair, sobbing without pause.
Clearly, she had come to complain to Lu Cang.
"Greetings, Master." Zhang Xiaofan bowed to Lu Cang.
Lu Cang's face was grim, his tone reproachful.
"You and Chan have been married for over two jiazi. You are now a Golden Core cultivator of esteemed status, so why would you do something so unbecoming as strike your first wife?"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan was filled with indignation.
Striking one's Dao companion was unbecoming, but was it not equally disgraceful for Lu Chan to cry and make a scene in front of others?
Besides, his palm had not even landed on Lu Chan's face.
Zhang Xiaofan felt wronged and stifled inside, but his face was full of remorse and shame.
"Your disciple knows his error. In a moment of impulsiveness, I failed Master's teachings. I beg Master for forgiveness."
Seeing Zhang Xiaofan admit his mistake, Lu Chan, who had been sobbing softly at the side, immediately found her vigor.
She rushed before Zhang Xiaofan in two or three strides and roared sharply.
"You only know how to put on that hypocritical act in front of Father. When you wanted to attack me earlier, the look in your eyes was as if you wished you could kill me."
Lu Cang's face darkened at this.
"Xiaofan, as a Golden Core cultivator, you should know how to control your emotions. No matter what mistakes Chan made, you should not have laid a hand on her. You