Lan Zhan stood there, dumbfounded. With his limited intellect, he simply couldn't figure out why Wu Tian would do such a thing.
Qing Taishen, just like him, represented the Sea Sect. To discipline him was to slap the Sea Sect across the face. Let alone kill him?
Wu Tian continued toward Qin Yuhan's attic, carrying the little one. He didn't walk fast. In his Spiritual Sense, he could perceive that Qin Yuhan and the tigress had already started fighting. Initially, Qin Yuhan was no match for her opponent, but she was gradually learning how to fight and was even beginning to hold her own.
