"Grandpa Qing, if I leave my hometown at this time, what right do I have to be a descendant of the clear wind sect? how can I still have the face to inherit the Feng family's surname?" Jiang wuheng said stubbornly. It seemed like he had made up his mind to return to the clear wind sect and swear to live and die with the sect. Previously, he was not willing to use the humiliating method of marriage to protect the clear wind sect, but it did not mean that he did not have any feelings for his family.
"Wuhen, ask yourself how strong you are compared to me. Even I have ended up like this. Why do you have to go back and walk into the trap?" Elder Qing said with a sigh. In the past, elder Qing would've been pleased to see Jiang wuheng return to the sect and acknowledge him as a descendant of house Feng. But now, he didn't want to see Jiang wuheng die.
