The Wen Family estate, the clan hall.

“Elder Brother, I just received word that the Huang Family guards took Su Yi, that wretch, to the Immortal Gathering House." Wen Changqing hurried into the great hall, a broad smile on his face. “Unless something unexpected happens, by the time they’re done with that pipsqueak, he’ll be a hair’s breadth from death!”

He was white-haired and whiskerless, with a sharp, sinister gaze. This was Wen Lingxue’s second uncle. 

“A few days ago, he openly spouted utter nonsense, infuriating Young Master Wei Zhengyang. Someone’s needed to teach him a lesson for a long time.”

Family Head Wen Changjing said indifferently, “Who’d have guessed that before we even got the chance to discipline him, the brat would go out and offend a silkpants like Huang Qianjun? I’ve never seen someone so intent on seeking death!” 

Suddenly, Wen Changqing scrunched up his brow. “There’s just one thing I don’t understand. Wasn’t Su Yi supposed to have lost his entire cultivation a year ago? So how is that he defeated Huang Qianjun and his thugs yesterday?”

Wen Changjing shook his head. “It happened at the Immortal Gathering House, and none of us were present. We only have Lingxue’s one-sided account; that can’t prove anything....