The five elders of the Sky Witch Sect stood before Wu Jun, hanging their heads in shame.
Such an event is truly disgraceful.
The five of them combined were defeated by Zhang Bin, which was bad enough, but then they were intercepted by two behemoths and were saved by Zhang Bin.
Revenge is hard to take, and gratitude is hard to repay.
Extremely awkward.
"Wu Gang, my beloved grandson, to think that in just three years of my seclusion, you have fallen."
Tears welled up in Wu Jun's eyes, his face full of sorrow and grief.
He has many descendants, thousands of grandchildren.
Most people in the city near the Sky Witch Sect have blood relationships with him, but most don't have good cultivation qualifications and can only live as mortals.
Among all descendants, Wu Gang had the best talent.
And Wu Gang was the one he had the highest hopes for among his descendants.
He was to be strongly nurtured, with Wu Gang being predetermined as the next Sect Leader.
