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Wei Zhuangzhu was utterly bewildered, his confusion as profound as that of a drenched crow. No matter how furious he had been earlier, at this moment, his expression was one of complete disarray.
Recently, there had been rumors in the martial world that the Second Prince had begun to recruit a large number of martial artists to serve him. Wei Zhuangzhu had always treated such rumors with skepticism—what could a royal prince possibly want with the likes of them? But seeing Chen Tao's agitated demeanor made him realize that these rumors might not be mere fabrications after all.
In this world, he found himself increasingly perplexed.
Song Qiao was also somewhat confused by Chen Tao's questions. Xu Lie had only informed him that Chen Tao came from Bai Yu Men, but what exactly Bai Yu Men had done was beyond his knowledge. The Old Man was unaware of Bai Yu Men's actions; he only knew one thing: the prince needed your martial arts, so come with us honestly.
The prince would not treat you poorly.
The audience was taken aback by the unfolding drama.
"Does the Second Prince value Chen Tao's Cang Hai Jue? Is he some sort of fortune teller? How does he know that Chen Tao possesses Cang Hai Jue?"
"It’s possible he heard about it; after all, didn’t Chen Tao use Cang Hai Jue to save Wei Zhuangzhu’s daughter? The underwater capabilities of Cang Hai Jue are quite evident; perhaps that's how he deduced it."
"With just this little clue, the Second Prince can infer about Cang Hai Jue? Wow, this Second Prince is something else."
Chen Tao was equally puzzled as to why the Second Prince knew about Cang Hai Jue. He hadn’t told anyone about it. But it didn’t matter; in Chen Tao's straightforward thinking, uncovering the truth behind Bai Yu Men was the priority: how could he not be aware?
That night, Elder Li had seen the crossbow and shouted that those who did not submit to the Second Prince would be exterminated.
I remember it clearly; how could it possibly not concern you?!
On the surface, Song Qiao appeared calm, as if he were unconcerned by such trivial matters, but inside, he was cursing those responsible for Bai Yu Men thoroughly. He had no idea what was happening this time; all he knew was that the prince had previously sent people to recruit martial artists from all over. This included A Gang and himself—both had been recruited by the prince.
He had never heard of any massacre and yet they were using crossbows. How could these people mess up so badly for the prince? How could they create such a commotion?
And yet, they hadn’t even finished off their targets? It was a disaster waiting to happen!
What are you still standing around for? Please escort this Shao Xia back. Song Qiao didn’t want to linger any longer; he needed to fulfill the prince’s orders before discussing anything else.
"Enough is enough!" Wei Zhuangzhu and several of his Confidant disciples stood in front of Song Qiao and the others. "Even if he is the Second Prince of the Heavenly Family, he cannot act like this!"
Chen Shao Xia is a great benefactor to my daughter, and if it were merely an invitation from the Second Prince, I would not obstruct it. However, according to Chen Shao Xia, this matter is not simple. You cannot just take her away against her will.
The situation was complicated, and Wei Zhuangzhu could no longer afford to hesitate. To be honest, he had no desire to provoke the Second Prince, as it could lead to endless troubles. Yet some matters, in Wei Zhuangzhu's eyes, were more important than anything else—such as his reputation.
In the world of martial arts, reputation is paramount; sometimes, reputation and face are synonymous. If word got out that his daughter’s savior was forcibly taken away while he did nothing, what reputation would he have left? How would his peers view him?
Not to mention the years of investment in providing food and shelter for wandering martial artists; if he backed down now, all those years would be in vain. Just the thought of it made Wei Zhuangzhu's heart ache.
Rather than endure ridicule and scorn from countless peers, it would be better to stand up and fight for what was right.
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