Ling Tianyu nodded, knowing how to enter. He would go tonight, retrieve the head of his ancestor Ling Feng from the clan, and reclaim the honor that had been lost for so many years. No one could stop his decision.
It was the same old saying: while the powerful warriors of the Human Clan dared not, he, as a descendant, dared.
The Ling Family had been established and had already joined the ranks of the top-notch hidden world families. He admitted that his family was not yet powerful and that he was the only strong one, but as a descendant, to remain silent while his ancestor was still being humiliated would be utterly unfilial.
Even knowing that there were powerful enemies of his family, there were some things that had to be done, even at the cost of death. There was no other choice.
The Bailiang Mountain Elder and Ling Tianyu were drinking together, and it had to be said that the elder really was an old drunkard, able to hold his liquor extremely well.
