"Zi Ling, what do you mean?" an elder spoke, his face showing displeasure, "Your eldest son accidentally killed a core disciple of our clan, and yet you dare to roar at us?"
"Everyone get out!" Shi Ziling roared. How could he not understand what had happened? If it wasn't for Shi Hao's instincts and perception still being active, having been startled awake, he might have been killed here without any clarity.
"Shi Ziling, don't go too far. Your eldest son killed a legitimate descendant of our clan. It's bad enough you're not punishing him, but to speak like this is outrageous," the old crone leaning on a Qingmu staff said with a sullen face.
"Out!" Shi Ziling's anger reached a boiling point. His eldest son's life was hanging by a thread, on the verge of death, and now he was being targeted and harmed further, only to be accused in return. His rage was overflowing.