A few days later, Yan Bahu emerged from the Wu Family as if nothing had happened. Yet the very next day, the Wu Family secretly delivered a great deal of goods to the Yan Family. Outsiders had no idea what they were.
"Father, you have to avenge me! That bastard dared to disregard the prestige of our Ghost Medicine Sect. He simply wanted to kill me!" Wu Sheyun, whose arm had already recovered, wept bitterly before Wu Tian that day.
Though the arm had recovered, it would likely take several months of careful recuperation before it truly returned to normal. His cultivation was too low; if it had been higher, the time needed for recovery would have been even longer. Seeing Wu Sheyun's tear-streaked face, Wu Tian felt fury rise from nowhere.
"You little bastard, do you know how great a price the Lineage paid to protect you this time? Do you know that, just to preserve the Lineage's face, even the ancestor had to swallow his pride? You little bastard, and you still dare make such a demand?"
Wu Tian wanted nothing more than to kick the fellow to death. If it had merely been the matter of an ordinary Lineage disciple, there would have been no need to make such a grand spectacle or pay such a heavy price. Even the ancestor had personally stepped in.
The Lineage had no shortage of gifted disciples. One more made no difference, and one less made no difference either. Among them, only a pitiful few could reach the Spirit Venerable Realm. One had to know that only Spirit Venerable Realm experts counted as figures capable of standing on their own in the eyes of these top powers. If one could not even reach Spirit Venerable, what use were they? They could