"Do we really have to go to the Su Family to plead?"
Ouyang Jingyuan gritted his teeth, clenching his fist tightly, and thought angrily, "Is my Ouyang Family truly inferior to the Su Family? I, the Patriarch, am unwilling to be trampled underfoot by the Su Family."
"If I plead, where does that leave my face? How can I stand firm in the Imperial City in the future? How can I face the people of the Imperial City?"
A once-mighty immortal cultivation family now has to plead for mercy.
How could Ouyang Jingyuan accept this?
If, by any chance, they are turned away by the Su Family, wouldn't the people of the Imperial City laugh at them?
The more Ouyang Jingyuan thought about it, the more scared he became; he couldn't afford to lose this face.
Seeing Ouyang Jingyuan's stubborn hesitance, the Nangong Patriarch quickly said, "Brother Ouyang, if you won't go, we will go ourselves. The Nangong Family mustn't be destroyed by my hands. Jia'er, let's go."
