Just as the Elder Family's thoughts churned wildly...
The white-clad old man from Wrath Mountain added with a cold sneer, "Weng Yinke, if you kill this brat now, I'll certainly plead with Miss Pei and have fewer of your people die in the Spirit-Seizing War."
As his words fell, everyone in the Elder Family turned in unison to look at their family head.
Yet the wrinkles on Weng Yinke's face did not so much as twitch. He drew a deep breath, then answered with a single word: "Scram!"
Killing a genius from the Eastern Tyrant Branch—Weng Yinke was not that bold. More importantly, he was a martial fanatic, the sort whose nature was to just get it done. Besides, the two sides' strength was not all that far apart.
Hearing her grandfather's forceful voice, relief appeared on Weng Ting's face. She replied lightly, "Did you hear that, Wrath Mountain, Pei Fenyi? You can scram now!"
The geniuses of the two great trading associations, along with the heads of Eastern Spirit City's two great powers, were once again locked in a needle-for-needle confrontation.
The scene seemed frozen at that moment. At last, after several breaths, Pei Fenyi said icily, "Fine, fine, fine. We'll see."
The white-clad old man of Wrath Mountain added, "Weng Yinke, that temperament of yours simply won't do. I think your family would be better off changing its head."
Having said that, the white-clad old man burst into laughter.
Clearly, he had seen the shifting expressions on the Elder Family members' faces and wanted to stir a little chaos into the Elder Family.
With that, Pei Fenyi and the Wrath Mountain group turned to leave...
Yet just as they were about to turn around, Sikong Jing, still standing at the very front, spoke. "Pei Fenyi, wait."
Pei Fenyi