Although these words were unpleasant, they were the truth.
Even though Ling Yun was called Young Master, he wasn't the son of the sect master. He wasn't even related by blood.
It was because he was talented that he was pampered by Tianyun Sect.
However, this kind of relationship was far from being related by blood.
If Wen Da and Wen Er were killed, his grandfather would have to fight the Tianyun sect with all his might.
Ling Yun gritted his teeth and glared at the Wen Brothers in front of him.
These two brothers had his grandfather's support, so they were arrogant. They kept cursing.
"Little bastard, what are you looking at? If you keep staring at me, I'll ask my grandfather to beat you to death!"
"Exactlyt. Genius of Nanzhou? That's fu*king bullshit. You lost the battle, so you called your friends to fight for you? Such a pu*sy."
The two of them kept shouting. Ling Yun, who was ill-tempered, was trembling with anger.
