"This is a trivial matter. We will certainly do as you ask," Wei Wuren said respectfully.
Wei Tiancheng, standing beside him, was seething with rage.
"Ancestor Wuren, can't you see what's happening? Everything Feng Xin has done is just an excuse to extort our Wei Family. That woman is nothing but an ant who has only just ascended from the lower realm. How could she possibly be an old friend of his? This is plainly a pretext!" Wei Tiancheng said sharply.
Wei Wuren's expression turned slightly chilly.
"Enough. Come back to the clan with me and gather the spirit stones."
"Ancestor, but..." Wei Tiancheng looked deeply reluctant. "What if Feng Xin's claim to be a core disciple of the Divine Blood Sect is false? Surely we can't establish his identity based on a single magical treasure?"
An almost imperceptible gleam suddenly flashed through Wei Wuren's eyes.
He abruptly turned his head, his gaze stabbing toward Song Wen like two tangible blades of ice.
That scrutinizing gaze seemed intent on seeing straight through Song Wen, inside and out.
Wei Wuren shook his head.
"The Blood Sea Seal is already sufficient proof of Young Master Feng Xin's identity. Only core members of the Divine Blood Sect are qualified to access the method for refining this treasure."
Wei Tiancheng wanted to say more, but Wei Wuren forcibly dragged him through the mountain gate with his magical power.
The Wei Family's other Integrated Body Realm Cultivator also turned and left after bowing respectfully to Song Wen.
"Ancestor, do you truly believe he's a core member of the Divine Blood Sect?" Wei Tiancheng asked, still unwilling to accept it after they entered the mountain gate.
With the clan-protecting formation at the mountain gate shielding them, they no longer feared that "Feng Xin" might overhear their