Meng Shao's face was livid. Meng Peng, just released from the sack, had turned purple-black, as though...
Inside the Meng Ancestral Hall, not a bird chirped. The atmosphere was so oppressive that Lineage members of insufficient cultivation or fortitude could hardly resist leaving. "They've gone too far..." Meng Peng finally caught his breath and let out a wretched cry. Once someone spoke, the others rushed to denounce the Luo Company; that stifling silence had been unbearable.
Meng Shao said nothing, waiting quietly for them to finish. At first, everyone talked over one another with great enthusiasm. But gradually they noticed that their head had yet to say a word. The voices of those who had been so "eager" grew quieter and quieter, until the hall fell silent again.
A layer of leaden cloud pressed down over their heads.
Meng Shao seethed. When had the mighty Meng Household ever suffered such humiliation in Upper Clarity Heaven? After returning, he had heard what happened. His second brother and dozens of household servants had all been carried back—not by their own people, but by the Luo Company's men. They had been loaded onto a carriage, driven to the Meng Residence, then grabbed by their limbs and tossed outside the gate, just as the Meng Household had thrown away Luo Qian's gift.
Only a fierce dragon would dare cross this river. It seemed this opponent needed reassessing. Meng Shao grew cautious. If he stormed over and was carried back flat on his back, the Meng Household would never be able to show its face in Upper Clarity Heaven again. He was, after all, the head of the Household. He fell far short of Xu Hu, but was a shade better than Meng Peng. After some thought, he decided to seek help.
The Meng Residence