"Wang Lu, although we in Spirit Sword Sect fully trust you, just because of this, you should think twice before you do things."
In the face of the crowd of people around the training field, the Fourth Elder of Spirit Sword Sect Zhou Ming looked bitter. He hated his fellow brothers who said something come up and thus they couldn't come, but in fact, they had actually shamelessly sold him. He also hated himself for being careless and didn't notice the latest announcement and thus carelessly ran into this cross-stage confrontation.
There he met his own precious nephew. His face immediately turned dark.
"This fight, regardless of who wins or loses, would put a stain on the reputation of Spirit Sword Sect… Did you ever consider the tragedy of massacring your own sect in designing the plan?"
