At nine in the morning, at the Zhou Family estate in Jinling City.
A bustling crowd had gathered outside the Zhou Family's gates, chattering animatedly.
Most of them were young martial artists from the smaller families nearby.
"What happened? Why are so many people gathered here?"
"You might not have heard, but the Wang Family Head, Wang He, has brought people here to make trouble for the Zhou Family."
"Seriously? The Wang Family and the Zhou Family have always had disputes, but they've never fought openly. Are they going to break that rule today?"
"Rumor has it that when the Zhou Family Convoy was returning to Yinling City a few days ago, they ran into people from the Wang Family. There was an extraordinary genius in the convoy who single-handedly killed everyone the Wang Family sent to intercept them. They must be here to go after that genius today."
"Unbelievable. Aren't the Wang Family a little too shameless? They sent people to intercept the Zhou Family Convoy and got killed instead. They only have their own weakness to blame, yet they still came here to make trouble. What a joke."
"Keep your voice down. You might not know this, but Wang He's illegitimate son, Wang Dacui, was among those sent to intercept the Zhou Family Convoy. His own son was killed. Of course he's furious."
As one comment followed another, many people came to understand roughly why Wang He had brought his men to make trouble for the Zhou Family.
Seven or eight people in matching black trench coats stood before the crowd. Leading them was Wang He, the Wang Family Head, a middle-aged man with sword-like brows. Beside him stood a young man with a powerful aura.
Behind Wang He and his men stood a group of people