While Long Aotian was being trained and reeducated in his new life, a storm was already brewing within the Long Clan.
"Who dares provoke my Long Clan?!" a thunderous voice roared within the grand hall.
"I want his nine generations uprooted and slaughtered!"
The speaker sat high upon the main seat, his aura suffocating the entire chamber.
Veins bulged along his temples, his fury barely contained as killing intent seeped into every corner of the hall.
A servant hurriedly knelt below, not daring to lift his head.
"Master… the one responsible… is a Medicine King."
The words caused the atmosphere to shift instantly.
"…A Medicine King?"
The man's rage paused, his expression darkening.
The killing intent did not disappear, but it sharpened into something colder and more restrained.
"This will be troublesome," he muttered.
A Medicine King was not someone that could be casually erased.
The influence they held was vast, their connections deep and unpredictable.
