Chapter 1376 — Strength Discovered: The Gu villa had no one to stop him, only Wu Chengtian, an early-stage Yellow Rank fighter; Uncle Qing was rushing back but had not yet arrived, so Pi Zhifeng slipped into the outer grounds of the Gu villa as if there were no one there, and quickly found the room where Er Goudan was!
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And now Zhao Qibing finally understood why Wei Zhao could be so brazen--knowing he belonged to a Hidden Family, the man still dared strike with a heavy hand. Thinking back on it, he had been awfully lucky; not dying had been a narrow escape indeed.
Was the Zhao family stronger than the Golden Bell Sect? Even the Zhao family did not dare say what they would do to the Golden Bell Sect--yet Wei Zhao and his underling had beaten the sect's master and disciple, one dead and the other crippled!
"Call my father. Until we are certain of victory, we make no move against Wei Zhao--let him go on enjoying himself for now!" Zhao Qibing looked at Li Cihua and let out a long sigh. Though he was seething as he said it, a man under another's roof has no choice but to bow his head; aggrieved or unwilling alike, since he could do nothing to Wei Zhao, all that was left was to swallow it.
"You did right this time, Young Master Bing. A great man knows when to bend and stretch--and as the saying goes, a gentleman's revenge is never too late. Once we have planned it properly, we will finish Wei Zhao off in one stroke!" Li Cihua nodded.
Medicine King Zhao and Uncle Zhu too fell silent. They had fought Wei Zhao for so long, only to end up swallowing their pride.
"I won't accept it! I'll not rest until Wei Zhao is dead!" Though Uncle Zhu's body had recovered a good deal, regaining his peak strength was far harder. "If only my senior brother were here, he would never have watched me take this loss. I don't know where the patriarch has sent him on some mission--if he were cultivating quietly at home, he would surely have broken through to the Earth Rank by now!"
"Uncle Zhu, how can you speak so wildly about the patriarch's affairs?" Seeing the old man agitated, Li Cihua hastily rebuked him. Zhao Qibing was sitting right there, and the patriarch was, after all, his father; a man ought to watch his tongue.
"It's fine." Zhao Qibing waved a hand. "Uncle Zhu is not wrong--this young master thinks the same. But we have no certainty yet, so we let Wei Zhao go for now. The day we do have absolute certainty, that will be Wei Zhao's day of death!"
Jin Wudi was dead. Ordinary folk might not care, but above the level of the great families word traveled fast--and Wu Gonggao, patriarch of the Wu family, was one of those who heard it.
At that very moment, Wu Gonggao was in the hospital on an IV drip when the news arrived.
"Patriarch! Terrible news--something terrible has happened!" A Wu family disciple, the one assigned to gather intelligence, came rushing frantically into the ward.
Wu Gonggao had only just got his breath back when a disciple burst in announcing disaster; the shock nearly sent him fainting all over again on the bed.
Wu Jiaoqi, father of Wu Chengtian, took one look at the disciple's manner and flared up at once. "Who let you in? What is this great emergency? Did it have to be said now? Couldn't you have reported to me in private? The patriarch is ill--who do you think can stand all your shouting?"