Wo Jiu's gaze was as sharp as a knife, coldly sweeping across the surroundings, with a hint of mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
Then, his voice was low yet carried an undeniable ruthlessness.
"Hmph, no need for you old fellows to speak, I have my own plans."
"At worst, I'll just go visit the ancestor now."
With that said, Wo Jiu flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.
His departing silhouette was like a fierce wind, filled with determination and disdain, as if staying an extra moment was a desecration to himself.
"Hmph, just a Martial Artist at the Divine Mansion Realm, I refuse to believe this Lu Xuan would dare to act recklessly in front of the Wo family, one of the eight great families?"
Wo Jiu let out a cold laugh, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, mingled with a complex expression.
"Even though I, this old thing, am far less powerful than this Lu Xuan, but don't you forget—"
His voice suddenly rose, as if meant to be heard by those inside the room.
