Above the Trial Forest, Duan Wushuang's face was expressionless. She simply asked calmly, "Elder Yin, what position do you intend to put the Saint Institute in?"
"The Upper House represents the future of the Saint Institute, and there has never been any trash among its disciples. This is a rule everyone knows. If he can't enter the Saint Institute, you can't blame us. He has only his own lack of strength to blame." A mocking smile flashed in Yin Duwen's eyes as he met Duan Wushuang's challenge head-on.
"You rotten old man! Brother Hao lacks strength? Are you out of your mind?" Before Duan Wushuang could answer, Meng Ru had already spoken up, her cheeks puffed out in anger.
The corner of Yin Duwen's mouth twitched, and anger flashed in his eyes for an instant.
