The northern capital, Taiyuan.
The Jiang Clan.
At that moment, two or three Jiang Family elders stood outside the clan grounds, watching a certain important figure depart.
Only when the silhouette in the clouds vanished completely did the smile on the leader's face abruptly disappear.
"You damned fool!"
His face livid with anger, Jiang Cold Mountain strode into the clan grounds with thunderous haste.
He went straight back to a room in a certain courtyard.
There were two people inside. One lay recuperating in bed: Jiang Ding, who had awakened after his grievous injuries.
The other was dressed very strangely, with numerous silver ornaments on his robes, looking rather like a cultivator from the Southern Border.
Jiang Cold Mountain was truly beside himself with fury, no longer caring that an outsider was present.
He rounded on Jiang Ding and berated him harshly.
"Offending the Moon-Listening Sect was one thing. I could put that down to you thinking with your cock, you idiot!"
"But how dare you fight Song Yan?! Who exactly gave you the nerve?!"
"Uncle, I-"
"Don't call me Uncle. I have no nephew like you."
Jiang Cold Mountain breathed heavily. The two elders beside him knew he was genuinely enraged and dared not try to dissuade him.
"Let me ask you something else. When did you offend the Tang Sect?!"
At that, Jiang Ding truly felt wronged beyond measure.
He admitted that, inside the Imperial Mausoleum, one wrong step had led to another.
Only when he recalled it afterward had he realized with regret that he had made an enemy of Song Yan of Jun Mountain.
But no matter how he thought about it, he could not understand when he had displeased that female cultivator from the Tang Sect.
"Uncle, I really don't know anything about that. Perhaps