Chapter 32 - Men from Headquarter (2/2)

Luo Yunhai cried out then muttered, “Dad once told me that regardless of the situation, to always survive or perish alongside Lei and Cai clans. I know of the Cai clan, but is the Lei clan he was referring to, yours?”

Luo Yunchang turned to her brother, “How come father never told me anything about this?”

Luo Yunhai stuck out his chin and snickered, “Dad said it’s a secret between men. It is not for women or outsiders to know of.”

Zhuo Fan frowned, “Is it possible that this ancestral rule in the Lei and Luo clans is passed down to the Clan Head only?”

“Correct, but as I do not have a son to pass it on, I speak of it now. Moreover, I and Zhennan became brothers, so the Luo clan would never harm us.”

But then he recalled how Luo clan fell because of him and shook his head in shame.

“Old man, do you have a martial art passed down in your clan?” Zhuo Fan asked.

The old man nodded, “I passed down my clan’s spirit ranked martial art, Lightning Finger, to Ting’er as I have no son. But that bastard Yang Ming took the jade slip instead.”

Bam!

Zhuo Fan clapped, “That’s it. That’s what they are after.”

Then he rushed out the door, “Wait here.”

Everyone was stunned, clueless as to what he wanted to do…

Zhuo Fan passed like a storm through Veiled Dragon Pavilion’s gates guarded by the same pair of guards, they didn’t even try to stop him.

“Bro Jiu!” Zhuo Fan shouted as he searched for Long Jiu.

He soon saw a closed door with Long Kui and Long Jie acting as guards and knew Long Jiu was inside. He rushed over as he shouted.

Long Kui blocked him, enraged, “Shut up! Uncle Jiu won’t receive guests today. Get lost!”

“Humph, I’m not a guest. I have important matters to discuss with Long Jiu. Stand aside.” Zhuo Fan wanted to charge in but Long Jie and Long Kui’s power barred him entry.

“Important is it? Don’t mistake Uncle Jiu’s appreciation of you for weakness! This is Veiled Dragon Pavilion, not your backyard.” Long Kui glared at him as she stood her ground before the door.

“Brother Zhuo, Uncle Jiu can’t see you today. Please go back.” Long Jie was firm.

Zhuo Fan knew charging in was pointless and smiled, “Girly, do you know where I’ve been these past few days?”

“Humph, where could a filthy man possibly go? Last time you had two in your arms and this time you must have spent a tender night out in their village.” Long Kui rolled her eyes.

Zhuo Fan shook his head with a sneer, “Ha-ha-ha, I wish, but I’m not as free as Young miss Long. Back to the matter at hand, I followed a lead on Hell Valley. Any time now they will come to Veiled Dragon Pavilion, so don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

“Humph, nonsense. If you know Hell Valley’s actions, then bulls can fly.” Long Kui disdained.

Zhuo Fan shook his head and left, shouting his final warning, “Tell Uncle Jiu I am taking the Luo clan into hiding, so we won’t get dragged in Veiled Dragon Pavilion’s fall.”

Long Kui wanted to curse, [We’ve always treated you so well yet you even curse us after breaking all ties?]

She didn’t get the chance however, as the door opened with a creak and Long Jiu’s voice came, “Please bring brother Zhuo in!”

Long Jie and Long Kui were shocked, then bowed, “Yes!”

Zhuo Fan flitted past them like smoke, “No need, I can do it myself, he-he-he…”

Long Kui panted with rage when she saw his smug look, “What’s so great about him? Isn’t he just a 5th-grade array master? Why does Uncle Jiu care so much about him?”

With a bitter smile, Long Jie returned to guarding the door.

[This is a prime example of hating grapes from being sour without trying them. If Young miss was a 5th-grade array master instead, not only Uncle Jiu would’ve cared for you, he’d even praise you to high heaven…]

On the other hand, Zhuo Fan, who couldn’t care less about Long Kui’s increasing discontent of him, walked inside a huge house after spending five minutes crossing a corridor.

He soon saw Long Jiu sitting on a high chair beaming at him. On either side of him were another two identical seats, with the exception that they were facing in the opposite direction.

“Ha-ha-ha, brother Zhuo, what brought you here today?”

Zhuo Fan stopped before Long Jiu who was smiling at him, but that smile was soon replaced by a grim look, “But I must remind you, if you came here with nonsense, there will be consequences.”

Scratching his nose, Zhuo Fan smiled, “Hell Valley’s experts are here and will soon attack this place. I wonder if this is considered nonsense.”

“Of course not, if it’s true!”

Before Long Jiu responded, an aged voice came from one high chair, followed by the slow turning of both the chairs. Two ferocious auras, stronger than Long Jiu, swept Zhuo Fan.

His breath caught in his throat and staggered backwards as a drop of cold sweat trailed down his shocked face…