"Stop!"
Wen Guocun shouted loudly.
All the Wind Sound Ancient Clan experts who were obstructing Qin Qi and the others halted.
Wen Lewen, however, became anxious.
"Dad, they all want to kill me, why stop now?"
Upon hearing Wen Lewen's voice, Wen Guocun felt a surge of anger.
"Shut up!"
He glared at Wen Lewen.
Wen Lewen shrank his neck immediately.
Knowing his father's temperament, he realized Wen Guocun was genuinely angry.
"Are the three of you perhaps from the Wind Saint Clan?!"
Wen Guocun cautiously asked Qin Chen.
Wind Saint Clan!
Many present shuddered upon hearing the words.
The Seven Great Ancient Clans of the Primordial World, though they have long vanished, were once immensely powerful and still hold great prestige.
"You'll be disappointed; we're not." Qin Chen replied.
"If you're not from the Wind Saint Clan, how can you know the Wind Technique?" Wen Guocun questioned.
Qin Chen looked at him coldly: "Do you think I need to answer that question?"
