"Dad, we can't send anyone else; we can't afford any more losses," Yang Qingshan said as he saw his father preparing to dispatch more people. How could they continue like this?
Nurturing one person took a great deal of effort, not to mention the incredibly expensive medicinal herbs that were consumed. If it weren't for the fact that their Yang Family was a great clan, they wouldn't be able to bear the cost of the medicine consumed each year.
This time, they had lost four more; they truly couldn't afford such losses.
Upon hearing his son's words, Yang Yankang, who was nearly out of his senses, instantly calmed down. Right, they couldn't send anyone else. If they did, their Yang Family's little bit of strength would really be exhausted.
But could they just let it go?
No! The vendetta must be settled.