On the other side, Lu Zheen, having failed to meet Young Master Ye as she wished, drove back to Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall in a fury.
However, at that moment, Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall was shrouded in gloom, the atmosphere incredibly somber.
After Lu Zheen returned, her haggard face was tinged with shades of grievance as she walked into Lu Zhendong's bedroom.
Looking at Lu Zhendong lying on the bed with a pale complexion, Lu Zheen said with a sense of injustice, "Dad, that bastard didn't want to see me!"
"Is that so..."
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhendong couldn't help but cough violently.
"This is our fault. If our Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall hadn't been so arrogant and dismissive of others in Jiangzhou, we wouldn't have made an enemy of Young Master Ye!"
"Master!"
Several disciples of Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall who were listening felt nothing but shame on their faces.
Lu Zheen, looking at her seriously injured father, had eyes filled with reluctance and self-reproach.