"Third Uncle, you must kill Yun Yanshuang!"
Wen Ruli returned to his clan, his expression still brimming with resentment as he addressed his third uncle.
"With the Yun clan's two spiritual roots displaying such talent, they are bound to rise sooner or later," he added, his tone filled with frustration.
"Is this the extent of your perspective? If so, I am deeply disappointed," the middle-aged man said sternly, gazing at the furious Wen Ruli.
"Third Uncle, what do you mean by that?"
"Our true opponents, the ones that truly concern the Qishan Wen clan, have always been the other three major families and the six clans—not some obscure Yun clan.
If you can't let go of your personal grudge over being defeated by Yun Yanshuang, how can the family entrust you with important matters in the future?"
His tone was sharp, and his words cut deep. Wen Ruli froze, a sudden clarity washed over him.
He was right.
