Sun Ze scrambled to say, "Yes... "
Sun Yi was somewhat disoriented and murmured after a long while:
"I misjudged him..."
He originally thought that the least conspicuous little cultivator was only good for serving tea and water, attending to his master as a junior disciple.
But he had not expected that he not only knew about formations, but his spells were also so formidable.
Moreover, his mind was nimble, facing many opponents alone with considerable experience in spell duels.
Sun Ze said with hatred, "Father, we must avenge this!"
Sun Yi did not respond, but coldly looked at his son, "Have you told him all about our Sun Family's secrets?"
"No! Father, you must believe me!" Sun Ze swore confidently.
Sun Yi snorted coldly.
He trusted this son too much; surely, he had told everything, both what should have been said and what should not.
Sun Yi's eyes flickered, and after some contemplation, he slowly said:
"For now, we hold our forces."
