The First Elder looked at Wen Wanchong coldly. He clenched his fists tightly and his face was full of anger, as if he was going to explode at any moment.
The sect master was rather calm. He sat there without any expression on his face.
"Everyone knows that I, Wen Wanchong, have no children. I have been looking for someone to inherit my mantle all these years. Now that I have finally found a beloved disciple, it is indeed not easy," Wen Wanchong continued.
"Therefore, I view Qin Yu as my own son. If anyone dares to touch my beloved disciple, I will fight to the death with him even if I have to risk my life!"
When Wen Wanchong said this, his eyes swept across the group of people from the Tianyun Sect, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Although Wen Wanchong did not say it explicitly, everyone knew in their hearts that these words were directed at the group of people from the Tianyun Sect.
