Lin Family Court, Sleeping Moon City.

Lin Qiya, with his hands behind his back, calmly admired a painting of a farmer in a spring rain. His mouth tilted upward slightly, indicating he was in a good mood right now.

"Dad, we got the bastard from Wu Family. What do we do with him?" The third son of the Lin Family was still wrapped in bandages while he talked to his dad with a look of pure hatred on his face.

If it weren't for his familial connection, he would have suffered a lot of pain at the hands of the Spring Sun Sect. Luckily, the person in charge of the capture was quite a greedy bastard, and agreed to release him. Of course, the Lin Family had to pay a significant sum for this "accident".

"The Wu family still has some power; just look at that new disciple of the Spring Sun Sect. Wait and see if someone decides to bargain for his release. If not, you can handle the insignificant Wu Family yourself," Lin Qiya said flatly.

"Of course. I have investigated this thoroughly; that Lu