“Wu Wei! You’re really begging for a fight!” Chu Zhongtian took a deep breath as he clenched his fists tightly together.

“The two of you should calm down.” Sang Hong rushed to interpose himself between the two of them. “The focus today should be the Clans Tournament, so the two of you should stop stealing the limelight. Brightmoon Duke, allow me to speak some words of reason. It’s clear that Yuan Wenji held himself back in the duel earlier. If he hadn’t, your daughter would have been in real danger.”

“In real danger?” Chu Zhongtian echoed furiously. “He dares threaten her life?”

Sang Hong brushed his response aside and continued, “Patriarch Yuan, even though Yuan Wenji didn’t intend for this to happen, he did go too far this time around. Why don’t we have the Yuan clan fork out Chu Second Miss’ medical fees as compensation?”

Yuan Zhengchu was more than agreeable to Sang Hong’s suggestion. “Of course, that’s only to be expected. I’m willing to fork out ten thousand silver taels to ensure Chu Second Miss’ swift recovery.”

“There’s no need for that. Our Chu clan can at least pay for our own medical fees!” With a cold sneer, Chu Zhongtian carried his younger daughter back to the Chu clan’s holding area.

With Sang Hong siding with the Yuan clan, Principal Jiang taking a neutral position, and City Lord Xie opting for an ambiguous stance, Chu Zhongtian was left in a disadvantageous position whenever a conflict...