“What? Chang Bai, are you playing a joke on me?” In a study room, the leader of the Changyang clan, Changyang Ba stood up from his chair in surprise. Focusing his attention on the elder in front of him, Changyang Ba couldn’t help but be amazed by what he had just heard.
The elder that stood in front of Chanygang Ba was the housekeeper of the Changyang Clan, Chang Bai.
Chang Bai nodded his head solemnly, “My lord, even I didn’t believe this matter at first, but dozens of the kitchen servants all saw it clearly. The fourth master really did beat one of the servants, as well as lift up a servant who weighed 100 pounds more than him, before tossing him five meters away. The most important part is that this very same servant is of the third Saint Force layer.”
Hearing Chang Bai, Changyang Ba’s eyes widened in awe from this piece of incredible news.
Chang Bai looked at the clan leader, and after some hesitation, continued to say, “My lord, I also received more information about this, but the fourth master was recently involved in a spar with the third master. Using a single tree branch, the fourth master was able to injure the third master!”
“What? Xiang’er and Ke Er fought, and Xiang’er was the victor?” With each passing second, Changyang Ba’s eyes widened more and more.
“That is correct my lord. The fourth master had used only a tree branch while the third master was using a wooden axe.” Chang Bai added.
“How is this possible!” Changyang Ba flew from his chair once more, “Xiang’er is unable to use the Saint Force, while Changyang Ke is 3 years older and is also at the third Saint Force layer. Combined with the fact that Ke Er practices martial arts everyday, how was he not able to beat Xiang’er?”
Taking out a tree branch from within his robes, Chang Bai held it out for Changyang Ba to take, “My lord, the fourth master had used this tree branch to beat the third master.”
Changyang Ba took the tree branch that was no thicker than his fingers. Inspecting it over, he noticed the tip of it had been dyed with blood.
Changyang Ba focused onto the dried up blood on the broken tip of the branch while concealing all sorts of emotions from his face, “Chang Bai, is Ke Er fine?”
“The third master is uninjured besides some broken skin.” Chang Bai replied.
Changyang Ba nodded his head slowly with a neutral face. Inspecting the tree branch even more closely, he started to grow more and more suspicious. Finally, he spoke, “Chang Bai, this tree branch is nothing special. In addition, the tip is not sharp at all. Based on Xian Er’s strength, it is impossible for a tree branch to injure Ke Er at all.”