Lin Clan Martial Arts Hall.
Wu Jiahang grabbed Zhang Yuan by the hair and dragged him before the gathered apprentices.
"Hall Master Lin, this is the brat who stole your cultivation art!"
Zhang Yuan hastily shook his head and protested, "Hall Master Lin, I didn't. I wasn't the one who stole the cultivation art."
Lin Ken glanced at Zhang Yuan. Seeing him dressed in the uniform of his Lin Clan Martial Arts Hall, he was filled with mixed feelings.
He had never expected that the last surviving son of the fallen noble Zhang Family would ultimately become his disciple.
It was rather shameful to speak of. When the Zhang Family fell completely, countless people had stormed into its estate and stripped bare a family that had been immensely powerful hundreds of years ago.
His Lin Clan Martial Arts Hall had also developed into what it was today thanks to resources plundered from the Zhang Family.
But there had been far too many people who had stormed into the Zhang estate to seize its treasures. This boy had only been eight or nine at the time and probably had not seen him.
Who would have thought that eight years later, the Zhang Family's only son would become his disciple? Whenever he thought of it, Lin Ken could not help sighing.
After a brief silence, Lin Ken said coldly, "Since you stole the cultivation art, we will follow my martial arts hall's rules. Cripple his hands and feet, throw him out of the hall, and forbid him from ever practicing martial arts again."
"Yes, Master. Your disciple obeys."
Wu Jiahang chuckled and moved to sever the tendons in Zhang Yuan's hands and feet in front of everyone.
Some of the surrounding apprentices pointed and whispered, while others chose to remain silent. A