The Martial Virtue Star Lord was feeling rather irritable.
For several days, a heavy gloom had hung over the Star Lord's Residence. Even the heavenly soldiers on gate duty barely dared to breathe.
There was only one reason: Wu Ji, the Star Lord's only son, was behind bars, detained by Tongming Hall's Discipline Inspection Court. Worse still, their methods were viciously underhanded. They neither spoke of releasing him nor proceeded to convict and sentence him, simply leaving him dangling in limbo.
This was harder to bear than having Wu Ji executed outright.
In public, the Martial Virtue Star Lord thumped his chest thunderously before his colleagues and declared with righteous conviction, "I shall pretend I never fathered that wretched creature! Since he violated the heavenly laws, the Censorate should sentence him however it sees fit!"
Fine words indeed.
But once he returned home, the old father's heartache was all too real.
What father could truly feel nothing for his only seedling? Even if the boy was a wastrel who did nothing but stir up trouble, he still carried on the family line.
Inside the residence's study.
The Martial Virtue Star Lord sighed and sighed.
Standing below him, Left Chief Historian Lu Siji saw this, and his eyes immediately darted about. As the Wude Residence's steward and strategist, he knew this was a splendid opportunity to display his loyalty and abilities.
Lu Siji stepped half a pace forward, cupped his hands, and advised, "Please calm your anger, Star Lord. Take care not to harm your immortal body. The young master's case has not yet been settled. We are not without an opening..."
"Oh, come on!"
"Old Lu, you pen-pushing scholars are such a bother! Why all this hemming and hawing?"
Before Lu Siji could finish, a coarse, cracked-gong voice cut in