Translator: Atlas Studios   Editor: Atlas Studios
Dead?
Who died?
In the meeting hall, the atmosphere was already especially tense. At this moment, everyoneâs eyes were on the man lying on the ground. He was wearing a short green coat and was obviously a servant of the Beiting Family. No one understood a word he said, so they had to turn their eyes to Beiting Jing.
Even Beiting Huang was no exception. He asked in confusion, âBrother, who died?â
This was a matter of life and death! Beiting Huang didnât mind postponing the matter of settling scores with Beiting Jian for a moment. Unexpectedly, Beiting Jing stared at the servant on the ground for a moment and suddenly looked up. His bloodshot eyes shot towards Beiting Jian like arrows. âBeiting
Jian, itâs really you!â
As soon as he finished speaking, he pounced on Beiting Jian like a cheetah. The long sword in his hand was wrapped in a sharp sword light as he slashed at Beiting Jian.
âBeiting Jing, are you crazy?â Beiting Jing shouted as he parried. âWhat are you talking about? I donât understand!â
âYou donât understand?â Beiting Jing sneered. His moves were sharp. With a few jumps, he had already stabbed several times around Beiting Jian. He was only a Seven Sword Star Spirit Master, while Beiting Jian was already a Three Sword Spiritual Grandmaster. Beiting Jings moves were not inferior at all. âI imprisoned Beiting Jun and Beiting De. On Grandpaâs orders, no one is allowed to approach that cell. In the entire Beiting family, apart from you, Beiting Jian, is there a second person who dares to disregard Grandpaâs orders?â
âT-Third Young Master, this was left in Beiting Junâs cellâ¦â A servant in a short green coat took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and waved it at Beiting Jing. Beiting Yi, who had been watching from the side, turned pale and was about to snatch it away, but Beiting Huang beat him to it.
âBeiting Huang, why are you interfering in the family matters as an outsider?â
Beiting Yi flew into a rage out of humiliation. Just as he was about to attack Beiting Huang, he was stopped by a middle-aged man beside him. The man was thin and had a sharp mouth and monkey-like cheeks. His eyes were sinister as he said in a sharp voice, âYiâer, we donât know much about the matters between elders. Donât talk too much and donât interfere!â
âBut, Father, Grandpaâ
Before Beiting Yi could finish speaking, his father had already pulled him behind him. His hawk-like eyes swept across Beiting Huang disdainfully before quickly retracting. He lowered his head and looked down.
Beiting Huangs father, Beiting Huangs uncle, and Beiting Jianâs son, Beiting Huan. For some reason, when Beiting Huang saw these people, she thought of the person called Jia Huan in a television drama she had seen in her previous life. She took a deep look at Beiting Huan and her gaze landed on the cloth in her hand.
The green cloth was torn off with a wave. The edges were tattered, and nothing could be seen on it. However, Beiting Huang knew that what Beiting De had left behind, what else could a person imprisoned in a cell use other than his own blood?
However, it was very difficult to see the blood on the green cloth.
Facing the light, she could only vaguely see the messy words on it, âThe one who killed me is Jian!â
Jian? Beiting Huang retracted her gaze from the green cloth and looked at Beiting Jian. At this moment, Beiting Jing had already forced Beiting Jian to retreat out of the door. Beiting Huang waved the cloth in her hand at Beiting Rui behind her. âUncle, let the elders in the inner city read the words on this rag.. Today, if anyone dares to stop me from killing Beiting Jian, Iâll slaughter
his entire family!â