First Elder, glaring at Randall Freeman, clenched his fists, his face filled with resentment, as if about to burst with anger.
The sect master, on the other hand, was quite calm, sitting there, his face devoid of any emotion.
"Everyone knows I, Randall Freeman, don't have a son. I've been searching for a worthy successor all these years and finally found a cherished disciple. It was really not easy." Randall Freeman continued to speak.
"So I consider Ethan Smith as my own. Whoever dares to touch my disciple, even at the cost of my life, I will fight tooth and nail against them!"
While saying this, Randall Freeman's eyes subtly swept across the Cloud Sect's party.
Though Randall Freeman did not explicitly point it out, everyone understood that his words were directed at the Cloud Sect's party.
The First Elder, sitting beside the sect master, finally couldn't contain himself. He violently rose, shooting Randall Freeman a cold glance.
