The Jiang Family's council hall was normally where its core members discussed important affairs. Now it had become a gathering for airing grievances.
Although it was already late, more than a dozen wheelchairs stood in the hall, each occupied by a young man.
Every young man had his legs in casts and was groaning softly in pain.
Beside each of them stood a wealthy woman, constantly wiping away tears.
Old Master Jiang sat at the head of the hall, his face livid, listening as Jiang Tianyu's mother recounted what had happened through tears and sniffles.
After hearing her account, Old Master Su slammed the table in fury. "Who told him to go looking for trouble with the Su Family without my permission? Their influence may be nowhere near what it once was, but don't you understand that even a fallen power still has some fight left in it?"
"It... it was my cousin Tianhao who told me to go..." Jiang Tianyu feigned hesitation, glancing at Jiang Tianhao before reluctantly speaking.
Standing off to the side, Jiang Tianhao saw Jiang Tianyu look his way and immediately sensed trouble.
Ever since all the Jiang Family's elite fighters, including Old Ghost Lu, had been wiped out, he had naturally been held responsible as their leader.
For a while, his younger cousins had been making a fuss, bad-mouthing him everywhere.
If Old Master Jiang had not taken his deceased father into consideration, he might have bowed to the pressure and driven him out of Jinling to fend for himself.
His life had been difficult lately, so he had toned down his formerly flamboyant behavior considerably.
Sure enough, Old Master Jiang turned a stern gaze on him and asked coldly, "Tianhao, can you explain this to me?"
Jiang Tianhao hurried forward and said nervously, "I