Leaving aside the warmth between Xiao Hua and Xue Xue, Zhongling Mountain Villa was already in an uproar on the southern side where the women lived, with roosters crowing and dogs barking everywhere.
Zhong Peiyuan stood before an embroidered tower, his expression flickering uncertainly. Soft sobbing rose without end from all around him. Zhong Yu stood before him, along with Zhong Yejing, who had just arrived.
"Jing'er..." Zhong Peiyuan spoke, and there seemed to be hesitation in his tone. He was actually somewhat afraid to hear Zhong Yejing's answer.
"Third Granduncle!" Zhong Yejing's expression was equally dreadful as she said in a low voice, "Jing'er has checked them one by one. There... there are thirty-four female family members dead!"
"What? Th-this many?" Zhong Yu's face turned green.
"Yes!" Zhong Yejing said bitterly. "Among them were children with their hair still tied in tufts, as well as female cultivators at the twelfth layer of Qi Cultivation! Their manner of death... was the same as the miserable state of the medicinal garden disciples a month ago."
"That damned Xiao Hua!" Zhong Peiyuan gnashed his teeth. "He is clearly a Thunder Control Sect disciple. Where did he get such a cruel heart, such venomous methods? He even spared not children with their hair still in tufts! How could such conduct deserve the name of a renowned sect?"
"Third Granduncle! In this child's opinion... we must have cultivation sects of our Meng Kingdom, such as the Taiqing Sect and Changbai Sect, bear witness and seek justice for our Zhong family!" Zhong Yu pondered for a moment before speaking softly. "After all, our Zhong family cannot compare with the Thunder Control Sect!"
It would have been better if Changbai Sect had not been mentioned. The instant he heard its name, Zhong Peiyuan's anger surged from