Si Fuqing's Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Embroidery (1)

The head of the Fujisan family felt as if thunderbolts were exploding incessantly beside his ears, causing his head to buzz loudly.

Fear spread wildly in his heart, and to his horror, blood even began to seep from his ears.

"..."

Silence enveloped the hall.

The elders present were no ordinary people, and Si Fuqing's voice wasn't soft; they heard every word clearly.

-Or have you forgotten that within the territory of Great Xia, your Fujisan family is not allowed to set foot!

Had it been anyone else who said this, they would have disregarded it.

But there was a sentence before it.

-Or perhaps six years ago, when three hundred of your Masters of Yin-Yang were left sleeping in the Eastern Ridge Sea as a lesson1

"Yu Wu, it's him, he's back!" the great elder's complexion changed drastically. "Six years ago... it was him, without a doubt!"