Li Chongjiu's eyes, aged and profound, swept over the stage, and when they passed over Li Yan's headless corpse, he merely glanced indifferently and said, "Li Yan was inferior in skill, Li Xiaoyao even spared his life once, but since he did not cherish it, his death is more than deserved."
Hearing this, Li Zhuo immediately grew anxious, "But... "
"Li Zhuo, as an Ancestral Elder of the Li Family, you should set an example. Rules are rules, and Li Xiaoyao did not break any. Everything will proceed as usual. If there is a next time, I will deal with you according to our clan's laws. Now, get off the stage." Li Chongjiu's tone was utterly unapologetic, and although Li Zhuo was furious, he was powerless to do anything.
How could he not know that Li Xiaoyao had not violated any rules? He simply could not accept that Li Zhuo, whom he had wholeheartedly nurtured, was killed by Li Xiaoyao as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs.
He could not accept this outcome.
