"Why? Because I want to. Is that not reason enough?"
Facing Vein Weber's outraged roar, Wyatt Barnes replied indifferently with words that almost made Vein Weber spit blood.
"You..."
Vein Weber, his face twisted in anger, seemed like he wanted to say something, only to be interrupted by Wyatt Barnes. Glancing around, Wyatt addressed the crowd, "Everyone, this Vein Weber harbors a grievance against me simply because his nephew was defeated fair and square by me and thus failed to enter the sect. As such, he wishes nothing more than to see me dead!"
"On that day, after placing his wager, he even transmitted a message to provoke me, saying he would gleefully inform his nephew of my impending death... If you were in my shoes, would you return the merit points he bet?"
Wyatt's voice, resonating with True Energy, spread across the entire gathering, reaching everyone present.
"Of course not!"
