Giyon and Grivon looked at this guy as if he is an idiot. There is a reason why Grand Elder Pon backed down yesterday but this guy who is the son of that grand elder couldn't even realize that and is acting like some bigshot here.
It is almost like he believed that he can drag Sam out of here if he wants to.
"We invited Vardar from the Divine Palace of healing and even he is unable to save both the manhood and the appearance of my son. We need to compromise one of them. There is a possibility that we might be able to save both of them if we know the type of attack used. I need him to tell me that now, or I would torture him until he begs me for death."
"I don't give a fuck about what Vardar or anyone else wants. He is the leader of the Divine Palace of Healing, isn't be a bit ashamed about not knowing how to treat someone and even went as far as asking the person who caused that damage?
Even I am feeling embarrassed about this." Grivon didn't hold back and started taking shots.
Of course, Vardar is not here. But he still couldn't help it. After all, the very thing that is making Vardar survive without any opposition is his reputation as the invincible healer. Now they could understand that his reputation is extremely unfounded.
All Sam did was give one hit to Malgav that literally busted his balls and flayed his skin at the same time. They saw it with their own eyes, he was not even particularly focusing on the guy. He did it in a second.
But even the supposed greatest healer couldn't fix it now. They really couldn't understand what Sam had done to make the situation like this and they couldn't even wrap their head around the fact on how the healing of the balls and the skin are related, but they couldn't help but feel a bit awed.
Just as Mingiv's father was about to blow his top one more time, a young man came knocking on the door and directly entered without Giyon's permission.
This made her frown in annoyance as she looked at him coldly.
"Sir, My master needs your permission for the treatment. Please, come and make the final call. The more you wait, the dangerous it could get."
Even though the young man is talking to Mingiv's father, his looks are hovering over Giyon and that unhindered lust is clearly being show on his face.
Giyon gave him a hostile stare as she spoke in an extremely calm and cold tone.
"Get the fuck out."
"Pardon?" The young man acted as if he didn't hear what she is saying.
"I said get the fuck out of my house." The young man was dumbfounded as he sensed Giyon's killing intent enveloping him completely as her aura raged without any control.
He and her are of same cultivation level, but he felt like a candle in the middle of a snow storm. He felt cold, weak. He felt like he is something that could be extinguished at any given moment, completely at the mercy of the large and dangerous storm.
Sam who is in the basement experimenting suddenly sensed the auras raging and he came out.
He has long since stopped wearing the cloak since his identity has been already revealed. When he walked into the hall, the young man who is buckling under Giyon's pressure took a look at him and revealed a shocked expression.
Sam frowned and looked at him with the same expression. He saw this guy before and it is not exactly something he would be mistaken or forgotten.
Because he was part of the large entourage that followed Sivan during the soul exchange process.
Sam hurriedly ran towards him and asked Grivon.
"Who is this guy?"
"From the looks of it, he is the disciple of Vardar."
"Vardar is here?"
"Yes, he is here. It seems like Grand Elder Pon must have called out a huge favor for this one."
"So, what are they doing here?"
"Vardar is unable to find a way to save both the balls and the appearance of the guy so he asked his father to choose which one they need more.
And it seems like Vardar said that there is a possibility of saving both if he knew the type of attack that was used. So, he is here to demand and this disciple is here to come and call the old man to give a go ahead for the treatment.
In process, this idiot gave an improper look to my sister and the situation in front of her is the reaction."
"I never knew that Vardar's disciple selection criteria is this pathetic." Sam muttered after listening to the explanation.
Vardar's disciple became angry and looked at Sam with a hateful expression.
"At least, this pathetic disciple is part of the reason why you are leading such a pathetic life now, Sam. How is the life of the cripple treating you?"
The young man said with much difficulty and this only made Giyon increase the pressure on him. She didn't even want to make a direct move as she felt that it is beneath her.
The young man finally buckled and knelt down on the floor.
Sam walked towards him and held the chin of the guy with his metal hand.
"Do I look like a cripple to you?"
As he said that, a very small miniscule energy bullet came out of the finger and exploded right beside the ear of the guy.
The explosion is very small and minute, that it barely did anything to him, but the sound of the explosion made him go crazy.
"FUCK."
As he swore, Giyon walked towards him and caught him by his throat and said to Mingiv's father.
"You get out right now and tell Vardar that if he needs his disciple, he can come here and collect him. As for the treatment method or the technique used on your pathetic son, it wouldn't be given out even if your father comes here now.
So, get out, before I use the clan rules to kick you out."
Mingiv's father was a bit shocked. He didn't expect that Giyon would hold Vardar's disciple hostage right there and then.
He didn't expect that his small emotional outburst would lead to such a transgression. This might even involve Vardar not treating his son at all.
This made him completely terrified, but looking at Giyon's angry expression, he knew that this matter wouldn't be resolved easily.
He immediately ran away to inform this to his father. This is the only thing he could think of at the moment.
He went away and informed his father.
Grand Elder Pon who is trying his best calm down by meditating, couldn't help but lose his cool and slap his father.
"The discussion was already over. They refused and we are going to clan trial. How dare you go and cause ruckus there? And you led Vardar's disciple to Giyon's residence? Are you out of your mind? Don't you know what kind of person that guy is? Is he any better than your second son? Why would you take him to the den of people who likes busting the balls of the lechers? Do you want to create an irreparable rift between the clan and Vardar?"
He couldn't help but curse himself for how he failed to raise his son. In his younger days, he was so involved with his craft that he ignored his children and since their marriage is political the mother of these children completely led them astray and that is the very reason his wife and another one of his children died.
Now, his son is also leading the family into a similar situation.
He immediately made him way to the clan's leader and explained everything.
"This is a bit tricky. Even I don't want to get involved with Giyon and Grivon today. Their parents are coming and your son went ahead and made this mess? Do you think Giyon would hand over a guy like that just because we asked her to do so? Particularly, when her father might very well be right around the corner. You tell me, do you think this is feasible?"
"Please try. I am tired of these kids. I just want everything to be over now."
"I will try. You make sure that the information doesn't go to Vardar at any cost. Otherwise, things wouldn't be good for any of us."
Clan leader immediately made his way to Giyon's residence, but what he doesn't know is that it is already a bit too late.
Right before he started, Vardar already made a call to his disciple through a communication token.
Giyon picked the call and talked to him.
"Who are you? Where is my disciple?" Vardar asked in a cold tone.
"Ask someone where Giyon's residence is and they will lead your way to where me and your disciple are currently at. Come here and we can talk.." Giyon replied coldly and cut the communication off.
