Zhong Peiyuan and Zhong Peifu exchanged helpless looks, gritted their teeth, and drifted down, landing right in front of the hall that no longer had a door.
At this moment, several Zhong Family disciples furtively poked their heads out and looked this way, having no idea what had happened.
"What are you looking at? Why haven't you cleaned this place up yet?" Zhong Peifu glared at them, his heart filled with indescribable bitterness.
When they stood before Zhong Tianyao, they secretly glanced at his face, which was as dark and gloomy as rain clouds about to burst.
"You and that loose tongue of yours! Would it kill you to say one less word?" Zhong Tianyao shouted at Zhong Peiyuan. "If you hadn't stirred things up, would this old man have ended up in such a passive position? First it was like that, and just now it was still like that!"
"Patriarch..." Zhong Peiyuan felt utterly wronged. "I didn't want this either. Who knew word would leak out from somewhere and let that bastard find out? And that brat from the Thunder Control Sect... he was even more arrogant than that bastard!"
"Hmph, cultivation sects are all sanctimonious hypocrites!" Zhong Tianyao snorted coldly. "But they are powerful, far beyond what cultivation clans like ours can compare to! If we cannot afford to provoke them, can we not afford to avoid them? With the way you spoke, what cultivator could endure it? And the Thunder Control Sect has always been famed for its flying techniques. You saw it just now—Xiao Hua is merely a mid Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet his flying speed far exceeds yours. Even if this old man did not use his divine abilities, I fear I would not be able to catch him!"
Zhong Tianyao said nothing more. With