Reginald Weston sighed deeply and said, "Meggie, stop crying. Facing a strong Earth Immortal-level adversary, with our current strength, we truly are powerless."
Just thinking about the combat that night left them all with lingering fears.
Nicholas Lester’s eyes hardened as he declared, "We must become stronger!
In the future, I, Mr. Henderson, will not allow anyone to hurt Mr. Yeager again!"
"We must become stronger!"
"We must take revenge!"
"We must kill those old bastards!"
Solomon Talbot and the others also roared in agreement.
"No, I simply can’t swallow this insult!"
Martin Jules, who had remained silent, suddenly sat up straight.
This action startled Reginald Weston and the others so much that they jumped in fright.
Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought a mummy had come back to life.
Reginald Weston quickly said, "Martin, your wounds haven’t fully healed yet. Can we talk about this while lying down?"
"Weston, I’m fine!"
Martin Jules lifted his plaster-cast arm, waved it, and then said angrily, "I am the son of the Supreme Gate Leader!
Yet, those old fellows from the Heaven-Spread Sect and Purple Sky Sect didn’t give any respect to the Supreme Gate and left me seriously injured. I must take revenge!
I will return to the Kun Lin Ruins, return to the Supreme Gate to appeal, and I will inform my father, my mother, my grandfather, our Supreme Elders about this matter!"
The more Martin Jules spoke, the more agitated he became, until he jumped off the bed and rushed out of the room without even bothering to put on his shoes.
"Martin!"
"Brother Moore!"
"Master Moore!"
Reginald Weston and the others were immediately startled and quickly rolled off their beds to chase after him.
"Master Moore, Master Weston, where are you going?"
"Come back, your wounds aren’t healed yet!"
Seeing Martin Jules, who was wrapped up like a mummy, and Reginald Weston and the others rushing out, the Wudang disciples also hurriedly followed.
A group of mummies was fleeing ahead, with a bunch of Wudang disciples chasing after them.
They passed through one grand hall after another, one corridor after another—the scene was chaotic yet comical.
The Wudang disciples wanted to laugh, but felt it was inappropriate to do so.
After all, the big war had just ended, and everyone had not yet recovered from their sorrow.
They chased all the way to the square in front of a grand hall, where Reginald Weston and the others finally caught up with Martin Jules.
Reginald Weston, out of breath, said, "Martin, I know you can’t accept this, and neither can we!
However, even if you want to go back to the Supreme Gate to lodge a complaint, shouldn’t you get your wounds healed before you go back?"
"Yeah, Brother Moore, you really should heal your wounds first!"
Solomon Talbot also added.
"Master Moore, everyone is right. It’s not too late to go back after your wounds have fully recovered!"
Neal Lee, whose own wounds had already healed considerably, also came over.
Lucy Franklin and the others nodded in agreement, all wishing for Martin Jules to recover from his injuries before leaving.
"No!"
Once again, Martin Jules raised his hand, irritated, and said, "I want my father, my mother, my grandfather, our Supreme Elders to see what those old bastards from the Heaven-Spread Sect and Purple Sky Sect have done to me!
If I heal my wounds before going back, just my words alone won’t be able to ignite their rage!
Therefore, it’s best for me to go back now. I want them to see me in this state!"
"..."
The group, including Reginald Weston, was collectively speechless.
This was especially true for those like Reginald Weston and Solomon Talbot, who were very close to Martin Jules. They had never seen Martin Jules this angry, almost childishly so.
In the past, Martin Jules had always been composed and steady, never like today.
It was clear that Martin Jules was truly enraged.
But everyone understood.
Martin Jules wanted to go back partly to vent his own anger but also to stick up for Lionel Yeager.
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