The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

As Lei Qianhu spoke, he methodically directed the disciples of the Lei Sect to add a set of seats below. The seat looked identical to the others, but when Old Master Tang's gaze fell on it, it became unusually deep, as if it held an endless secret.

He wondered to himself, "Has this Lei Clan figured out something?" Once the thought had taken hold, it spread like wild weeds through his mind. At this thought, his eyes suddenly became fierce and sharp, shooting straight at Tang Lian like two bolts of cold lightning. Deep down, he cursed Tang Lian fiercely, this traitor.

However, even if the Lei Clan truly had some inside information, so what? Even if these people weren't poisoned, could they really help them? After pondering this, Old Master Tang simply stopped dwelling on the matter and led the Tang Clan members straight to the newly added seats, where they sat down steadily.

Time ticked by, and Old Master Tang sat there, looking around, but he didn't see any movement from outside. Gradually, a subtle sense of unease began to creep in his heart. Just as this feeling was forming, he suddenly sensed movement from the insect in his arms.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a sly look flashed in Old Master Tang's eyes. He quietly reached into his bosom and pulled out a delicate little porcelain bottle. He then opened the bottle cap from his sleeve and pointed the bottle mouth at the people present, preparing to silently poison them.

But just when he thought his plan was about to succeed, Wen Liang, who had remained silent the entire time, suddenly detected a strange odor in the air. Without a trace of hesitation, Wen Liang quietly and covertly employed his power, neutralizing the poison in the blink of an eye.

This situation made Old Master Tang suspicious and wary. He began to wonder if Leimen had already seen through their plans and intentions. After careful consideration, Old Master Tang finally decided to abandon his carefully planned strategy and no longer try to achieve his goals through roundabout or covert operations.

He realized that if the Leimen were truly aware and prepared, continuing with his previous tactics might not only fail to achieve the desired effect, but would also put him in a more passive position. Therefore, Old Master Tang decisively changed his tactics and resolutely chose to engage in a head-on confrontation with the Leimen!

At this moment, Lei Qianhu looked at the people from the Tang Sect below and said, "It is truly an honor for our Lei Family Fort that Old Master Tang has come here in person this time."

When Mr. Tang heard this, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a forced smile: "Qianhu, since it's an honor, I'll drink this glass first." Then he waved his hand and waved the glass of wine in front of him to Lei Qianhu.

Lei Qianhu pretended not to catch it and said, "I'm sorry, Old Master Tang, I'm afraid I've let you down. Many years ago, I fought a battle with the Demon Cult and have been suffering from a cold ever since. I'm afraid I can't share this wine with you."

Tang Xuan: "It's just a cold. I put some Fire Heart Grass in this wine to warm it up and drive away the cold. What's the matter? Is Lord Lei worried that Tang Xuan might put something else in this cup?"

Lei Wujie, upon seeing the situation, stood up in an instant and declared righteously, "Isn't this obvious enough? It's common knowledge that your Tang Sect is renowned for its use of poison! Who among you here would dare to drink anything offered by your Tang Sect? Oh, wait, the same goes for the Wen Family. Although we're sitting here with the Wen Family, we each eat separately. They wouldn't offer us anything like drinks or anything like that. How can you, the Tang Sect, not even have this little bit of self-awareness?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Xuan was immediately furious. His eyes widened as he pointed at Lei Wujie and shouted, "How dare you, you ignorant, immature brat, speak such arrogant words!"

However, facing Tang Xuan's angry rebuke, Lei Wujie showed no fear. He folded his hands over his chest, held his head high, snorted with disdain, and then retorted: "Humph, everything I said is true, how can you be so arrogant?"

Tang Xuan's hair stood on end, his face flushed crimson, and he was on the verge of teaching this ignorant youngster a lesson. At this critical moment, Tang Huang quickly reached out and firmly restrained Tang Xuan's impulsiveness. He narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully studied the fearless young man before him—Lei Wujie.

After a moment's silence, Tang Huang slowly spoke, his tone icy, "Is this how the Lei Family Fort entertains guests these days? They actually allow their own youngsters to act recklessly here. Such disrespectful behavior is truly unacceptable."

Lei Qianhu wore a faint smile as he spoke softly, "This kid has been lively and active since he was little, like a monkey, never able to sit still for a moment. He's just too blunt in his words, sometimes not even thinking, but he's kind at heart. He was rude to me this time because he was overly concerned about my health, so please don't be offended. As for this wine, given my current condition, it's definitely not suitable for me to drink."

At this moment, someone in the crowd stepped forward and gently advised, "Old Master Tang, we're not gathered here today to bicker or get angry. If the Tang Clan truly wants to communicate with you sincerely, then why are you so stubborn and insist on getting hung up on a mere glass of wine?"

However, facing these words of persuasion, Old Master Tang was not moved at all. He just snorted coldly, his face instantly darkening, and he said unhappily, "Humph! According to what you said, is it possible that the Lei Family Fort is determined to offend this old man?"

After saying this, Tang Huang, who was standing behind him, had a stern expression and eagle-like eyes. Without a word, he slammed the bowl in front of him to the ground. With a crisp "crash", the bowl instantly shattered into pieces, scattering fragments everywhere.

Almost at the same moment the bowl was broken, there was a sudden sound of fierce fighting outside, as deafening as the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Xiao Se, Tang Lian, and the others in the room were all startled and exchanged glances. Lei Wujie, on the other hand, looked up at Lei Qianhu standing above him. Their eyes met and they nodded in understanding.