The person speaking had a rather hoarse voice, "Who would have thought, who would have thought... By the time it came to my generation, the Fu Clan has declined to such a state that a single person could push the Fu Clan to a critical juncture."
"I am able to control every little movement within the clan, and I heard you unleashed a massacre, mentioning the Fu Clan of Nanjun."
"I dare to guess that you have come from Nanjun. The offerings due from Nanjun have been delayed and I suspect it has something to do with you."
"Am I right?!"
As the elder spoke more and more, the atmosphere around the Fu Clan's residence grew more and more peculiar. Anyone could see that the old coot seemed to be stalling for time.
Fan Wu certainly saw through it, but he didn't mind.
Fan Wu answered with a smile, "Elder, you are not wrong."
"Can you tell this old man how you dealt with the Fu Family of Nanjun?" the Head of the Fu Family asked with a sigh.
