"Feng Sicheng, you actually dare to doubt Lord sect master's decision, are you trying to rebel?" Elder Qing glared at Feng Sicheng and shouted angrily.
"I wouldn't dare." Feng Sicheng was obviously a little afraid of elder Qing as he said this while holding back his anger.
"Then let's not talk about it anymore. Butler Ma, go and arrange a banquet to welcome our friends from the Golden core sect." Feng Yuanqing said to the old Butler as he waved his hand.
"Lord sect leader, have you really decided to fight to the death with the seven Star sect and the bright moon sect?" Feng Sicheng looked at Feng Qingyuan and asked with determination.
"The clear wind sect has been passed down to me for thirty-seven generations. Even if I have to die with them, I will never let the foundation that the ancestors have fought so hard to build be handed over to those shameless people!" Feng Qingyuan said firmly.
