A malicious gleam swept through Wei Ming's eyes as he fixed his gaze on Jing Yan.
If his son, Wei Leng, were to go into battle and slay Jing Yan, it would clearly be another great merit falling upon father and son.
Killing the genius offspring of Donglin City's third clan would also propel Wei Leng to fame throughout Duyang City.
Therefore, when Wei Leng volunteered to fight, and Clan Leader Wei Jiuhe appeared hesitant, Wei Ming immediately leaped at the opportunity.
"Oh?" Wei Jiuhe, upon seeing even Wei Leng's father stepping forward, wanting his son to take action, his thoughts instantly turned. It seemed that Wei Ming had great confidence in his son!
"Good, Wei Leng, go ahead!" Wei Jiuhe nodded in agreement.
Wei Leng was only eighteen years old, close in age to this Jing Yan and among their peers; the disparity was not great. If Wei Leng slew Jing Yan, what could others say?
