This matter had to remain an absolute secret. If word ever reached their clan leaders, they would be facing an unspeakable crisis.
The day the truth was exposed, they would no longer have a place to call home under Wu Shui's sky—until the day they died.
"Let's return. I'm afraid my father is already growing anxious over my delayed return," Wu Ling said, shaking his head in mock frustration. "Too bad! I misplaced my blade… I'll have to rely on Brother Li and Brother Xi's assistance." His tone carried a hint of bitterness, as if seeking sympathy.
Li Hongjun and Xi Wentian exchanged a glance but remained composed, choosing to play along with his act. In truth, whether or not Wu Ling had his blade, he was still the strongest among them.
They dared not make an enemy of him, so out of courtesy, they accompanied him on the way back. However, the atmosphere remained heavy with an unspoken gloom after Xiao Ming's sudden disappearance.
