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This would impede Kang Shi’s gradual ascent in strength. Even the True Martial Race would be powerless against him.

As for his father, Kang Yan remained oblivious to Kang Shi’s machinations against him. It was Kang Shi’s scheming that led to his father’s capture by Weng Zhong. Given his father’s cultivation, such an event should not have occurred.

Thus, Kang Yan felt a sense of urgency. While there were still loyalists of his father around, he needed to retaliate promptly.

Though a headache loomed over Kang Yan, he felt a measure of relief. After all, he still had a powerful supporter.

Upon their arrival at the True Martial Race,

He was quite acquainted with the True Martial Race. Having been there several times before and recently spent a day with Ziluo, he was entirely familiar with the surroundings.

It felt almost like returning to the Anicca Race. Kang Yan found himself occasionally criticizing the True Martial Race and contemplating his next steps.

Ziluo’s eyes conveyed disdain, yet she refrained from exploding at this moment. Instead, she endured in silence, awaiting the unfolding events.

Ziluo’s return was a customary affair in the True Martial Race. As the Elder Miss of the True Martial Race, she frequently returned after her marriage.

However,

Upon learning of his youngest daughter’s return, the Clan Leader of the True Martial Race hurriedly approached to assess the situation. They had discussed her staying in the Anicca Race to observe the situation, so why had she returned so soon? The Clan Leader was perplexed.

“Ziluo.” The Clan Leader of the True Martial Race greeted her joyfully.

Upon closer inspection of Ziluo’s face, his expression immediately shifted. Not only did Ziluo appear distressed, but she also seemed injured.

“What happened? Where are you hurt?” The Clan Leader of the True Martial Race swiftly altered his tone, looking unhappily at Kang Yan. While he directed his question at Ziluo, his scrutinizing gaze was fixed on Kang Yan.

His daughter had married into the Anicca Race. At the time, both the First Elder and Kang Yan personally acknowledged the need to treat Ziluo well and ensure her well-being.

During her time in the True Martial Race, Ziluo had never suffered injuries. Now, returning from the Anicca Race with her face marred by wounds, the Clan Leader couldn’t find joy in her homecoming.

Irrespective of how she got injured, Kang Yan bore the primary responsibility.

Kang Yan felt somewhat embarrassed, unsure how to explain the situation. After all, the Clan Leader of the True Martial Race was an elder, and he still held a certain level of trepidation.

His gaze frequently shifted to Ziluo, silently signaling her to cover for him.

Ziluo pointed at Kang Yan and stated, “He… he hit me.”

Kang Yan was taken aback. Why was she directly accusing him?

If this were true, the Clan Leader of the True Martial Race would undoubtedly take issue with him.

Quickly denying it, Kang Yan protested, “It wasn’t me, Ziluo, tell them who it was!”

His eyes continued gesturing.

Wasn’t Ziluo making things difficult for him?

Ziluo, her eyes filled with resentment, replied, “Who else could it be? It’s you. Have you forgotten how many times you slapped me? Who else could it be?”

Examining Ziluo’s face more closely, Kang Yan noticed lingering marks that hadn’t faded.

This unexpected revelation left Kang Yan flustered. He urgently urged Ziluo to discuss the matter privately, but she refused to let him off the hook.

“Kang Yan, it’s you. You completely ignored whether I was hurt and struck me when I was vulnerable. Are you even a man? Are you brave enough to act but too cowardly to own up to it?”

“…”

“You can’t deny your actions.”