Late at night.
In a luxurious courtyard within the Chen Clan.
"Father, you must stand up for me. That Chen Han, a mere disciple from a Sub-Clan, actually humiliated me like this in front of everyone. I have no face left!"
Chen Gao cried out, his teeth gritted and his expression venomous.
Notably, his voice was as sharp and piercing as a eunuch's.
In the mission hall earlier today, he had been defeated by Chen Han under the watchful eyes of all. That one kick, in particular, had destroyed his manhood, leaving him with almost no face to show himself within the Clan.
"Worthless!"
On the grand armchair in the center of the room sat a middle-aged man with sharp, upturned eyebrows and a body of knotted muscle.
He sat as still as a mountain, his presence like that of a crouching tiger.
Just looking at him from a distance was enough to instill an involuntary sense of fear.
This was Chen Gao's father—the Third Elder: Chen Batian!
Third Elder Chen Batian slowly narrowed his eyes.
