Upon hearing this, Zhuang Min gradually calmed down, but his fists clenched tighter and tighter.
"Clan Leader, since we've been exposed, we should leave," the black-robed cultivator advised.
"Okay. I'll listen to you, Second Uncle," Zhuang Min replied.
The ambush had failed. It could only be chalked up to fate.
Seeing Zhuang Min agree, the black-robed cultivator breathed a sigh of relief. After all, his young master had always lacked discipline and was prone to acting on hot-headed impulses. It was a good thing he was willing to listen to advice for once.
He then ordered his clansmen to dismantle the traps.
Suddenly, a chill shot up his spine!
But at that moment, the black-robed cultivator was horrified to find himself immobilized by a beam of Mirror Light.
With a sickening squelch, blood arced through the air.
A Wind Spear had pierced straight through his lower abdomen. He clearly wasn't going to make it.
This sudden turn of events stunned everyone in the house.
