Jun Wuya thought he had misheard.
"First Uncle, what did you just say?!"
He widened his eyes, his face a mask of disbelief.
This little beast held my wife's hand right in front of me. Not only can I not get angry, but I'm supposed to thank him? Has First Uncle gone mad?
The First Uncle of the Jun Family spoke again, "I told you to apologize!"
His tone and expression were stricter than ever before.
His Third Uncle chimed in as well. "That's right, Wuya. You really should thank them. It's a shame about our Second Brother..."
Looking at the bisected corpse of Jun Tianzheng, both men sighed.
Realizing something was wrong, Jun Wuya boldly entered the pavilion now that both elders were present. He was immediately stunned.
"No! That's not right! Brother Lin was killed by Ning Xuan! Second Uncle was blasted to death by Yourong!"
Seeing the faint Soul Lures on their bodies, Jun Wuya nearly flew into a rage.
