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"Your grandson is a grandson, but my son is not a son?" Master Tian boldly questioned.
"This..." Ling Siwen pondered for a moment and asked Ling Mo Xie, who had already stood beside him, "What is going on here?"
"Hehe!" Ling Mo Xie chuckled lightly, glancing at him and said, "That's just how it is! That fool of a son crashed his car into me, and I killed him! It's that simple!"
"See! He admits it himself! Is it allowed for him to kill my son, but not for me to seek justice?" Master Tian immediately pointed at Ling Mo Xie upon hearing his words.
Ling Mo Xie shrugged, casually digging at his ear, and said nonchalantly, "I say, Master Tian, are your ears blocked with earwax? Didn't you hear that it was your foolish son who crashed into me first? I haven't even blamed you for not teaching your child properly!"
"You!" Master Tian extended his hand, trembling as he pointed at Ling Mo Xie, questioning the maid beside him, "Did Young Master crash into him first?"
"Yes!" The maid lowered her head and answered weakly, not daring to look at Master Tian. If it weren't for her teasing remark, Young Master wouldn't have driven the car to crash into Ling Mo Xie to please her.
"Even if my son crashed into you, you shouldn't have just killed him!" Master Tian said sternly to Ling Mo Xie.
Ling Mo Xie pinched his nose nonchalantly. He knew that with Ling Siwen present, the Tian Family couldn't do anything to him. He didn't bother explaining and simply said, "You decide how to handle this. I'm waiting!"
"Master Ling, what do you think about this..." Master Tian saw that Ling Mo Xie was unyielding and not afraid of his threats. He could only turn to Ling Siwen and ask how the Ling Family would provide an explanation.
Ling Siwen squinted his eyes and said with a half-smile, "In this matter, Little Seven is also at fault. Master Tian, you just say what you plan to do! My Ling Family will try our best to accommodate you."
Master Tian looked at Ling Siwen's cunning smile and understood that while he was saying this, if he were to do anything to Ling Mo Xie, his own family might disappear from this world. Yet he was unwilling to let go of seeking justice for his beloved young son and remained silent for a long time.
The two parties faced each other for a moment, and it was Ling Siwen who spoke first. Since Master Tian was too embarrassed to say anything, it seemed he had forgiven my Little Seven. So we will take our leave now; do come visit the Ling Family sometime!
This... Master Tian felt anxious. Could it really end like this? He was unwilling to accept it!
Just as Master Tian was in a state of desperation, watching the person who killed his son swagger away right before him, a voice whispered in his ear, “Master, we can do this... this way! This way we can seek justice for Young Master without offending the Ling Family, and we still have the upper hand!”
“Good! Good!” Master Tian's eyes lit up as he called out to Ling Mo Xie and the others, “Wait!”
“What? Have you thought it through? How do you plan to resolve this?” Ling Siwen stopped and looked at Master Tian with a sharp gaze, coldly asking.
“Gulp, gulp.” Master Tian swallowed hard, feeling as if he were being stared at by a fierce tiger. After calming himself down, he mustered the courage to say, “Ling Master, my son died at the hands of Ling Mo Xie, but he is after all one of your Ling Family. I cannot be too offensive, yet I must avenge my son! How about this: let him have a match with my eldest son. If he wins, I will no longer pursue this matter; if he loses, I will be free to deal with him as I wish!”
The Tian Family Eldest Young Master, Tian Wuxin, is eighteen years old and already at the Mid Stage of Enlightenment. He has also cultivated a Yellow-Grade Superior Spell! Just as Ling Siwen was about to refuse and threaten this ungrateful Master Tian, a voice suddenly rang out: “I agree! When will the match take place?”
“Little Seven!” Ling Siwen frowned and said in a low voice. This Little Seven had gained talent overnight and had become too arrogant!
Master Tian's expression brightened. As long as Ling Mo Xie agreed, he wouldn't push too hard and pretended to be generous, saying, “My son is at the Mid Stage of Enlightenment, so I'll give you ten days to prepare!” However, he sneered inwardly; even with the resources of the Ling Family, it would be impossible for you to reach the Enlightenment stage by fifteen years of age. Not to mention that my child has already broken through to the late Enlightenment stage!
“Alright! Ten days later, set up an Arena at the City Center Square and wait for me!” Ling Mo Xie said decisively, turning away without looking back towards the direction of the Ling Mansion.
Ling Siwen furrowed her brow and followed towards the Ling Mansion, saying to Ling Mo Xie: “Little Seven! You are too arrogant! Sigh! But since you have already agreed, go practice in the family's Turing Secret Realm!
The Turing Secret Realm is a hidden place of the Ling Family, where only those who have made contributions are allowed to enter for cultivation. The spiritual energy there is several times stronger than that of the outside world, comparable to some sects.
"Don't worry about it!" Ling Mo Xie said disdainfully, walking into the Ling Mansion and heading towards his room.
Ling Siwen paused, watching Ling Mo Xie's departing figure. Did he indeed go too far back then? However, if it was that Ling Mo Xie who couldn't even cultivate, would he fare any better under his care in Skywind City and the Ling Family's Master Family than he would elsewhere?
He didn't know, and now there was no room for regret.
With a sigh, Ling Siwen dismissed several Ling Family disciples who had come to watch the commotion and returned to his Study Room. Seemingly talking to himself, he said, "Spirit Sword, you go guard Little Seven! If he can't win in that competition, you handle it! Even if it tarnishes the Ling Family's reputation a bit, we cannot let Little Seven fall into the hands of the Tian Family! I have already let down his father!"
"Yes!" A vague voice responded from somewhere before disappearing.
Just after Spirit Sword left, a flurry of hurried footsteps approached. "Bang!" The door to the Study Room was pushed open, and a tall, sturdy middle-aged man wearing a purple robe entered. He had a broad face with a seemingly cunning black mole at the corner of his eye, accompanied by two young men in green robes with their hair tied up with wooden forks.
"Dad! I heard that Ling Mo Xie killed Young Master Tian? Dad! Are you just going to protect him like this? Aren't you going to punish him? Today he has caused us trouble with that small family of the Tian Family; who knows what kind of disaster he might bring us in the future!" As soon as the middle-aged man entered, he bombarded Ling Siwen with questions like a rapid-fire cannon.
"Hmph!" Ling Siwen snorted coldly. "How do you speak? What small brat? He is your nephew! I don't need you to point fingers at how I handle things!"
Seeing Ling Siwen's anger, the middle-aged man immediately deflated. How dare he confront the Master? He had only heard from subordinates that Ling Mo Xie had caused trouble and thought this was a good opportunity to make the Master dissatisfied with him; that's why he rushed over.
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