The Wu Household estate.
"Who did you say has come?!" The Wu Household Head shuddered and asked again, as though his hearing had failed him.
"Household Head, the head of the Commandery Seat Zhong Household has arrived. Young Master Wu Zhan brought him here."
"Wu Zhan, he..."
The Wu Household Head actually felt the urge to cough up blood on the spot.
He had never imagined the boy could be such a reckless brute, his head turned by so-called fortune and jealousy, utterly incapable of weighing the gains against the losses.
The Wu Household Head was bitterly disappointed, but all he could do now was entertain the Zhong Household's visitors as best he could. He therefore went out to greet them with a smile.
In the main hall.
The Zhong Household Head had usurped the host's place and seated himself at the head.
None of those below dared object.
"I have come at my worthy nephew Wu Zhan's invitation, concerning the Xu Household. From what he said, there seems to be disagreement within the Wu Household?"
The Zhong Household Head tapped the rosewood tea table with a finger, arrogance in his eyes. "I have no wish to waste my time in Qingjiang, either. Assemble outside the estate tomorrow at the hour of the dragon.
"Those of the Wu Clan willing to go may accompany me."
"If not a single person comes, worthy nephew Wu Zhan, then we will have to settle accounts over your deception."
"I would never dare."
Whatever happened, Wu Zhan was certain to die.
As for the others, they could leave their fate to Heaven. If greed truly blinded them, they could blame no one else.
Wu Zhan persuaded his father, the master of the Heavenly Dragon Hall. Eight or nine out of every ten instructors and