Wei Long

"Please calm your anger, Senior. I'll call the sect leader right away."

As he spoke, Wei Hu had someone retrieve the phone from the pocket of the suit he had taken off, then called the current leader of the Form-Intent Sect directly in front of Chen Cheng.

The call was answered after only two rings.

"Sect Leader."

"What is it? Speak quickly. If it's about company operations, find the professional managers. If it's about martial arts, I'll return after I finish what I'm doing."

On the other end, Wei Long, the Form-Intent Sect's leader, answered in a calm and exceptionally clear tone. Wei Hu lowered his voice.

"Neither. Someone has come to challenge the sect. Junior Brother Wei Xiong and I have both been defeated."

Upon hearing that Wei Hu and the others had been defeated, a dragon's roar came through from Wei Long's end.

"Who is it? I'll be back immediately."

With that, the call was disconnected.

Chen Cheng, standing opposite them, frowned slightly.

"What, is your sect leader abandoning you?"

Wei Hu put away his phone, then cupped his fists toward Chen Cheng.

"Please wait a moment, Senior. The sect leader is already on his way back. Please come inside for a talk."

Hearing that the Form-Intent Sect's leader would return, Chen Cheng nodded, then turned to Master Ying.

"The matter here is more or less settled. You can take your disciples and leave now. From here on, this is between me and the Form-Intent Sect."

Chen Cheng did this because he wanted to keep the Eagle Claw Sect out of it.

Once he fought Wei Long later, today's matter would no longer be pinned on the Eagle Claw Sect.

After all, no one would believe that an expert capable of defeating a Grandmaster could be Eagle Eye's