Xiao Qiang naturally didn't know what happened after he left. When he strode back into the Hundred-grass Hall, he saw Li Juan standing with a stern face in the lobby, confronting several individuals.
"Li Juan, you shouldn't have come back," said an elderly man seated to the right of Li Juan. Looking to be in his sixties or seventies, he exuded an aura of authority. Dressed in a long gown, he lightly tapped the tea table with his fingers. "I understand your sentiments. I, too, should have killed him. This grudge is too immense."
After a pause, his face hardened. "A person who betrays their master and ancestors cannot be allowed to exist under Heaven and Earth."
Xiao Qiang found this statement puzzling. What did it mean?
He glanced around and noticed that Li Juan seemed unresponsive to the man's words, just sitting there with a calm expression on her face.