Jiang Chen led Yiyi toward the family's main hall.
As they drew near, they saw a crowd gathered nearby. It looked like people from the Ximen Clan.
Yiyi pointed angrily at the members of the Ximen Clan. "Young Master," she said, "the Ximen Clan has some nerve, coming to our Jiang Family's home!"
Jiang Chen paid them no mind.
However, he was a little surprised to see the people from the Ximen Clan emerging from the hall.
'Could it be over just like that?'
He didn't hesitate and continued toward the main hall.
Meanwhile, Ximen Gong was walking out of the hall, his face a mask of fury and resentment.
He had just stepped outside when a clansman pointed ahead. "Patriarch, look! Isn't that Jiang Chen, the Jiang Family's good-for-nothing?"
"Hm?"
Ximen Gong's gaze snapped in that direction.
Sure enough, he saw Jiang Chen heading right for them.
He was overcome with a savage glee.
'Just as I'd hoped. It took no effort at all. Since you're courting death, I'll be happy to oblige.'
