The members of the Wang family who were holding a banquet were caught somewhat off guard by this sudden move.
Wang Lei abandoned the banquet even more and ran toward his room.
"You don't need to look for me, I'm right here," Lin Chen appeared before him, saying with a cold tone.
"Hahaha, hahahaha, I was wondering who it was, and it turns out to be you, this stray dog! Hahahaha!" Wang Lei laughed out loud.
At this moment, a voice made his loud laughter come to an abrupt halt.
"Wang Lei." The figure of the Black-Robed Man manifested behind Lin Chen.
"Lord, why are you..." Wang Lei said in disbelief.
Before he could finish speaking, the Black-Robed Man waved his hand to interrupt Wang Lei, saying, "I haven't helped him with anything, I just appreciate talent. He promised me that if he could kill you, he would join my Holy Cult, and if he died at your hands, that would be destined by heaven."
Hearing the words of the Black-Robed Man, Wang Lei said unwillingly, "Lord, but you said back then..."
"I am a man of the Holy Cult and serve only the Holy Cult. Don't forget, who gave you the cultivation technique to have what you have today!" That Black-Robed Man rebuked.
Wang Lei fell silent.
"But this old man also promises you that he will spare your son's life," that Black-Robed Man added.
Only Wang Lei's silence answered him.
A moment later, Wang Lei slowly raised his head, stared at Lin Chen, and said, "Do you really think that reaching the Soul Emperor realm gives you the nerve to stand up to me?"
"Wang Lei, back then you wiped out my entire clan, and afterwards you even sent people to hunt me down. New grievances and old