"Well said."
"Even if Wang Tiance were to return to life, even if we were no match for him, how could we lack the will to fight? Let alone against his descendants?"
"One day, we will rise above the Twelve Towers, wield the Divine Weapon, command the Divine Martial to submit, and then, before Wang Tiance's grave, whip Wang Anfeng's back a hundred times with the Thorn Whip, proving my ancestor's name, surely not below that of Tiance Divine Martial."
He then drank another cup of wine, sighed, and said:
"But we must first survive this ordeal."
"Otherwise, our descendants and offspring, unable to inherit the ancestor's martial arts, would be beyond ashamed. If we further disgrace our ancestor's name, it would be better to die. This time, we take a single risk; if we cannot bring Xu Sixing back, then we must take his life to prevent the news from leaking."
"This action is also for the name of our ancestors..."
The man in plain clothes remained silent.
