"Why did you do this?" Feng Yan's tone slightly improved, but his expression remained somber.
"Are you referring to the matter of Seventh?" The man raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." Feng Yan, despite his displeasure, nodded slightly.
"I did this for my own reasons, and if Seventh can't handle such a small issue himself, he doesn't deserve to be one of our members anymore."
The elder personally handed Feng Yan a cup of tea.
"I know you're concerned about your brother. Come, have some tea to cool down."
Feng Yan took the tea, sipped it softly, and set it aside.
"He got seriously injured because of this task, and yet you all don't even give him time to recover peacefully. It's unfair to him."
"Unfair?" The elder curled his lips, "I thought after all these years, you all wouldn't still be those naive youngsters."
"The Qianqiu Sect is in Yaoshan, and the Feng Family is also there. Apart from Seventh, now only you and your two brothers would dare to confront the Qianqiu Sect."
