Victor Morgan thought about letting it go, but he couldn't. No matter who it was, he would take revenge tenfold, a hundredfold.
If he doesn't take revenge, can he still be considered a man?
The people who hurt Victor Morgan would meet an end ten times, a hundred times more tragic than his.
Victor Morgan pondered for a moment and said: "Marshall, I can tell you, but you must not act impulsively. This person is not someone you can confront. Promise me, and I will tell you."
"Father, I promise you, I won't recklessly seek death before I have enough strength."
Marshall Morgan said.
"Alright, then I'll tell you, this person is..."
Just then...
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A sound of breaking through the air, and four figures rushed into the mountain stream.
All four were elderly men with grizzled hair, exuding extremely strong auras, all experts above the Martial Lord realm.
Marshall's eyes flickered, and a Ten Thousand Miles Sound Transmission Talisman appeared in his hand.
