Elder Huo Xin swept his palm over Zhou Heng, and the ice sealing his body immediately dissolved. His cultivation was not the slightest bit weaker than Elder Tianyin's; undoing such a seal was naturally no challenge for him.
"Youngster, now that even the Dragon Clan dares not protect you, what else do you have to say?" The old man assumed that the Dragon Clan's Second Ancestor refused to acknowledge Zhou Heng's identity only because he was afraid of trouble. After all, impersonating Sage Huotian's junior martial brother was a matter that could be either grave or trivial!
Thus, rather than offend a Sage, the Dragon Clan had chosen to abandon the pawn to save the chariot and simply deny this clansman!
To Elder Huo Xin, this was the most reasonable explanation. A Sage's junior martial brother? What a joke! He was an old-timer of the Great Void Sect spanning more than a dozen generations—wouldn't he know whether the Primordial Void Sage had a third disciple, or whether Huotian had a junior martial brother?
Zhou Heng stretched his limbs. Although Elder Tianyin had not dealt him any harsh blows, he had still been frozen solid—there was no way it could have felt pleasant. He smiled at Elder Huo Xin and said, "Old man, you should start practicing how to kneel and pay respects to your grandmaster. If your posture isn't right, I won't be satisfied!"
This bastard brat!
Elder Huo Xin was nearly speechless. How could there be someone in this world so tirelessly devoted to impersonating another family's elder? Just which screw had come loose in this fellow's head?
Faced with such an "idiot," Elder Huo Xin lost all interest in wasting words. He would wait until Elder Tianyin was sternly rebuked by the Sect Master, then kill Zhou Heng