Chapter: 1969
�Reaper!�
The wounds he had suffered from the said assassin throbbed once again.
Even though he had received medical treatment, he still find it uncomfortable to move around.
While his fight with Pyo-wol had arisen from his own misunderstanding, he still had no excuse for losing.
�Hoo!�
Zhao Jakyung unconsciously let out a deep sigh.
�Who gave you the right to use the family�s assets as you please? How dare you act so recklessly?! Have you gone mad?�
A middle-aged man scowled at the woman sitting across from him.
He was Zhao Sumok, the head of the Nanjing family.�
Zhao Sumok glared at his daughter with bloodshot eyes.
When he received the news of his son�s death, he traveled from Nanjing to Lake Tai in just one month.
Besides seeing the lifeless body of his son, he witnessed Zhao Yuseol distributing the family�s resources to help the people in need.
His son�s death was already more than enough to infuriate him, but his anger further exploded the moment he saw Zhao Yuseol releasing supplies without his family�s permission.�
Zhao Sumok shouted at his subordinates,�
�What are you all waiting for? Hurry up and take her away! Lock her up in the warehouse before she squanders all the family�s resources!�
�Yes!�
Zhao Sumok�s subordinates responded in unison before approaching Zhao Yuseol. Each one of them was an elite martial artist of the Nanjing sect. They were all skilled in their own right.�
However, Zhao Yuseol didn�t blink as she looked at them approaching her.�
�Who dares to lay a hand on this child?�
Right behind Zhao Yuseol was Zhao Jakyung.
At his words, the complexions of the men approaching Zhao Yuseol suddenly turned pale. They staggered back, but soon enough, they all fell to their knees. Their minds were in a daze from the shock of receiving Zhao Jakyung�s momentum head on.�
Zhao Sumok�s complexion also turned pale.
Only then did he realize that the old man standing behind Zhao Yuseol�s back was Zhao Jakyung, the Spear King.�
�W-What brings you here��
�Do you know what your son, Yiguang, has done?�
�P, Pardon?�
�It�s too filthy for me to speak of it, but if you want the Nanjing sect to survive, it would be better for you to do and follow what Yuseol wants.�
Zhao Sumok�s shoulders trembled as he heard Zhao Jakyung�s words.�
An ominous sense of foreboding struck him.
Zhao Yuseol explained the situation to her father,� JrNovels.com
The wounds he had suffered from the said assassin throbbed once again.
Even though he had received medical treatment, he still find it uncomfortable to move around.
While his fight with Pyo-wol had arisen from his own misunderstanding, he still had no excuse for losing.
�Hoo!�
Zhao Jakyung unconsciously let out a deep sigh.
�Who gave you the right to use the family�s assets as you please? How dare you act so recklessly?! Have you gone mad?�
A middle-aged man scowled at the woman sitting across from him.
He was Zhao Sumok, the head of the Nanjing family.�
Zhao Sumok glared at his daughter with bloodshot eyes.
When he received the news of his son�s death, he traveled from Nanjing to Lake Tai in just one month.
Besides seeing the lifeless body of his son, he witnessed Zhao Yuseol distributing the family�s resources to help the people in need.
His son�s death was already more than enough to infuriate him, but his anger further exploded the moment he saw Zhao Yuseol releasing supplies without his family�s permission.�
Zhao Sumok shouted at his subordinates,�
�What are you all waiting for? Hurry up and take her away! Lock her up in the warehouse before she squanders all the family�s resources!�
�Yes!�
Zhao Sumok�s subordinates responded in unison before approaching Zhao Yuseol. Each one of them was an elite martial artist of the Nanjing sect. They were all skilled in their own right.�
However, Zhao Yuseol didn�t blink as she looked at them approaching her.�
�Who dares to lay a hand on this child?�
Right behind Zhao Yuseol was Zhao Jakyung.
At his words, the complexions of the men approaching Zhao Yuseol suddenly turned pale. They staggered back, but soon enough, they all fell to their knees. Their minds were in a daze from the shock of receiving Zhao Jakyung�s momentum head on.�
Zhao Sumok�s complexion also turned pale.
Only then did he realize that the old man standing behind Zhao Yuseol�s back was Zhao Jakyung, the Spear King.�
�W-What brings you here��
�Do you know what your son, Yiguang, has done?�
�P, Pardon?�
�It�s too filthy for me to speak of it, but if you want the Nanjing sect to survive, it would be better for you to do and follow what Yuseol wants.�
Zhao Sumok�s shoulders trembled as he heard Zhao Jakyung�s words.�
An ominous sense of foreboding struck him.
Zhao Yuseol explained the situation to her father,� JrNovels.com
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