Murong Qingsong had just suffered an attack from the Zhuiri Ancestor's sound waves and was now severely injured.
Even his Cultivation had greatly diminished.
On normal days, Murong Qingsong, who wielded real power, had offended quite a few enemies both inside and outside the Heavenly Lake Palace.
Now that he had been expelled from the Heavenly Lake Palace, those enemies would surely find ways to take revenge.
Furthermore, he had a son who had been crippled, and without a doubt, Murong Qingsong's future prospects would be very difficult.
However, as the Zhuiri Ancestor had said, all of this was brought upon himself.
"Gu Ming, Yuan Feng!"
The Zhuiri Ancestor's gaze turned to these two.
Gu Ming and Yuan Feng's expressions changed immediately; they hurriedly walked up to the Ancestor and knelt down.
"Ancestor, forgive us! None of this has anything to do with us!" Yuan Feng hastened to explain.
