All three of them hoped to settle matters here as quickly as possible and find somewhere quiet to cultivate.
Before the person they were waiting for arrived, the system cried out in surprise.
[My heavens! Host, the book's contents have filled in! There's a huge piece of gossip here! The person who needs treatment this time is Pu Tingyun, the Pu Clan Leader's youngest son. Someone plotted against him.]
The Pu Clan Leader had just reached the doorway and was about to step over the threshold when he heard the voice. His raised foot froze in midair.
Someone had plotted against them?
Wait! Who was speaking?
The Pu Clan Leader looked back at his two younger brothers behind him, his gaze darkening.
He walked in as though nothing had happened and swept his eyes over the four people in the hall.
All four had an extraordinary bearing. The Clan Leader flew into a rage. "Didn't you say you were catching a few rogue cultivators? Why did you bring back Sect disciples?"
The Clan Leader was rugged-looking and a Void Refining Stage Expert. His fury made even the ground tremble.
Wiping sweat from his forehead, the steward said with utmost respect, "Master, we invited these four here. They're... the most suitable. Who knows what filthy things might be in the blood of those fellows from Immortal's Cave? It could make the young master's illness worse."
The Clan Leader frowned, his sharp gaze sweeping over them.
"My friends, my son is gravely ill. I need to use some of your blood. Do you agree? Rest assured, I'll compensate you."
Though he phrased it as a question, his domineering manner made it clear there was no room to refuse.
Ji Zheng smiled. "Of course. Consider it our return gift for taking your Chaos-Heaven