His son, Huang Fu, had been humiliated by a lowborn wretch and ended up dying of sheer rage.
And today, Lu Mian had subjected him to every kind of humiliation!
If he did not avenge this grudge, he, Huang Tonghe, swore he was no man!
"Patriarch Huang, do not be hasty. Let us discuss this carefully."
"Exactly."
"Lu Mian cannot be underestimated... He will not be easy to deal with. We must plan for the long term."
The other patriarchs spoke up one after another.
Most of the noble families in Martial Might Commandery City had long been deeply dissatisfied with the Sunflame Daoist Grounds.
After all, they had initially thought that a change in the city's ruler would benefit their families.
Yet nearly half a year had passed, and things were even worse than they had been under Lü Suhu.
Worse still, it felt like being frogs slowly boiled in warm water. They felt stifled and aggrieved, yet dared not resist.
Huang Fu's death had been the spark that ignited these families' anger, bringing them all together.
Hearing their words, Huang Tonghe's expression gradually turned helpless. He shook his head slightly. "You are all right... Dealing with Lu Mian... would be harder than reaching the heavens."
"I intend to have that lowborn wretch killed in secret first, to avenge my son."
"Then I will wait for an opportunity."
In truth, Huang Tonghe knew better than anyone that they were merely huddling together for comfort.
Against Lu Mian, whose power was at its height, they had no real solution. They could only endure a little longer.
But Zhao Lifang spoke up. "There may yet be an opportunity..."
"Allow me to introduce an expert."
"We cannot deal with Lu Mian, but he can."
The patriarchs looked doubtful and surprised at Zhao