"Moreover, even if he had broken through the fourth level, he is already dead! Do you all still refuse to accept the fact that he's dead? Are you questioning the rules set by the ancestor of the Great Zhou Family?"
Zhou Yuntian still sneered incessantly.
After that statement, the entire Sword Soul Hall remained deathly silent.
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
"How can my son be dead if you are not dead?!"
An abrupt voice appeared.
Following that, a handsome man with profound eyes, holding a wine jug, and with a pitch-black soft sword hanging at his waist, walked in.
After he finished speaking, he tilted his head to drink, then coughed violently, as if trying to cough out his own heart.
Yet, as this man approached, even Zhou Ying and Zhou Qianqian stepped back warily.
"Uncle Zhou."
Despite their fear of this man, both Zhou Ying and Zhou Gucheng respectfully called out to him.
