Upon seeing that not only his eldest brother, Wei Xingbo, but also his third uncle, Wei Zixing, had arrived, Wei Shaoqiu was instantly ecstatic!
What kind of strength does his third uncle possess? He's an eighth-rank Fist Master!
However…
As excited and delighted as Wei Shaoqiu had been moments before, he was now equally horrified and perplexed.
Those were his eldest brother and third uncle—what esteemed status did they hold? And yet, they were kneeling directly in front of that man?
Wei Shaoqiu's eyes bulged, and his jaw dropped so wide it could have fit a fist.
The onlookers exchanged looks, dumbfounded and speechless. From Wei Shaoqiu's earlier words, they knew the Wei Family had come for revenge. But how could the great young master and third master of the esteemed Wei Family kneel the moment they arrived?
What in the world was going on?
Zheng Xiaoman stared at the kneeling Wei Xingbo and Wei Zixing, her face a picture of disbelief.
