"Hmph! It seems the Yun family has no one left. Death is at their doorstep, yet they're busy making small talk with a beggar Daoist!"
Beside Zhou Zhesheng, a Zhou clan member sneered as he noticed how respectfully Yun Yunyang and his group greeted the blind Daoist under the willow tree.
"They probably think that scruffy Daoist is some hidden expert who can save their clan," Zhou Zhesheng replied with a cold laugh.
Today, the Yun family had to fall. Zhou Zhesheng was determined to avenge his son, Zhou Kuang, with blood.
Yun Yunyang stepped forward with a group of his clansmen, a polite smile on his face. He cupped his hands toward Zhou Zhesheng and greeted him, seemingly unperturbed.
"Patriarch Zhou, you've arrived with such a large group. What business do you have with our humble Yun Village?" he asked courteously.
Behind him, Yun Yunyue, Yun Yunshan, and several Yun clan members stood ready, their expressions serious.
