"Give it to him!"
The urgently aged voice rang in his ear, constantly urging him on.
"The Young Sect Leader forcibly seizes opportunities from the same door, are you not afraid of being punished by the rules of the sect?"
Despite being harshly reprimanded by his elders, the young man was unwilling to bow his head again. He was also half a sword cultivator, and if he retreated today, how could he wield a sword in the future?
"Rules? Do you know who my father is? Do you know who my ancestors are? You want to pressure me with rules? These norms are for people like you. You're actually delusional enough to think these things will work on me, haha!"
Laughter erupted from Feng Qing'an, causing the brocade-clad youth in front of him to turn pale instantly,
"Does the Young Sect Leader regard the sect rules as nothing? Are the rules of the Ghost Soul Sect just empty words in your eyes?"
