Chapter 21: The practice...
The best course of action for now is to hone your skills, so Young Master Long ventured into the nearby hunting ground, completely unaware that the Young Masters he had previously beaten had brought their families to the Bai Family’s turf to clear the air.
The foremost faction, as the celestial weaver would weave it, were none other than the Zhao family.
A stern elder, with a long white beard and a peerless aura of the golden core realm, frowned as he glared at the Bai Patriarch.
"Good, good, good. A rabbit ventures into the jungle unaware of the predators. Do you know, do you, what your grandson has done?" the elder roared in anger.
Bai Patriarch felt his heart skip a beat as he saw the stern elder’s cold gaze. He bowed deeply, trying to placate the elder with words of respect.
"Elder Zhao, you honor us with your presence. Please, have a seat and let us discuss this matter calmly."
Elder Zhao’s frown deepened as he sat down, his golden core realm aura radiating an intimidating presence.
"Enough of your empty words, Bai Patriarch," he rumbled like distant thunder.
"Your grandson has brought shame to our family. He not only beat my grandson, Young Master Zhao, but also stole his spirit stones and humiliated him in public. How do you plan to explain this?"
Bai Patriarch’s expression turned grim as he realized the gravity of the situation. The only grandson who would behave in such a way was none other than Bai Long.
He knew that trash grandson’s actions had consequences, but he had not expected the Zhao family to react so harshly.
"I... I apologize for my grandson’s reckless behavior," he began, choosing his words carefully as he didn’t wish for conflict with a trash grandson.