The whip in Gu Baihe's hand was seized by a clansman already blinded by hatred, and it was mercilessly lashed upon Gu Baijiang.
The first lash immediately tore through his thick clothing, leaving a long red mark on his back, indicating the force used by the other party.
Gu Baijiang let out a wail, rolling on the ground, the scorching pain numbing his whole body.
But he hadn't even caught his breath before the second and third lashes followed consecutively.
"Master, help," Gu Baijiang was truly afraid, he resented all the Gu Family members, why did they have to be so aggressive?
He knew in his heart what his uncle said was true; he was the Clan Leader, and with the disgrace he now bore, he had no place to argue when dealt with according to clan rules.
Gu Kaiyuan watched with particular satisfaction; in his past life, it was he, this big fool, who endured these lashes for him; his two most proud sons were closer to him in this life but kept a distance.
