"What? Huazhong Mountain has fallen? An Zhiyan, supported by the Li Family, actually turned to bite the hand that feeds him..."
Yu Mugao snapped his brush into powder with a click, lifting his head sulkily, his gaze towards the kneeling cultivator as venomous as a poisonous snake. His heart seethed with uncontrollable anger, yet he found it difficult to open his mouth to curse. Coughing once, he tasted something fishy and sweet in his mouth. He looked at his seated kinsmen, each harboring their own deceitful thoughts, but he dared not spit it out and instead forced himself to swallow. Only then did he press his lips together and say:
"The Li Family... have they gone mad? Where do they get the courage to wave the banner of An Zhiyan to oppose my Yu Family?"
Yu Mugao couldn't see through the truth beneath. With a single thought, he knew it was orchestrated by the Li Family; his shock and fury was imaginable.
