After a pause, he continued, "Earlier, you kept calling them Saints, and now you're casually referring to them as Western Continent people. That change in attitude is a bit too quick, don't you think?"
"You keep saying that sheltering the Saints would offend the Wu Family, but I don't see it that way. Do you really think the Wu Family would offend my Huayu Family over a second-rate clan like yours? That would be a joke."
"You, do not insult my clan."
Wuting Yan was seething with rage, pointing at Huayu Ting, his eyes nearly shooting flames.
Not only was Huayu Ting exceptional in martial arts, but his verbal skills were sharp, making his insults seem logical and irrefutable while difficult to accept.
And Wuting Yan's fury revealed one undeniable fact: Huayu Ting had hit straight on what was lurking in his thoughts.
Wuting Yan's petty schemes weren't just exposed—they were publicly unveiled by Huayu Ting, making him feel utterly humiliated.
