What?!
After Wey Yixue spoke.
The White Robe Disciples, who were previously seething with anger, shouting about what they would do to Qin Chen, were utterly stunned, as if petrified.
Qin... Saint Son?
Saint Son?
These White Robe Disciples, terrified beyond words, stared at Qin Chen, not knowing when their hands, feet, and even hearts began to tremble.
Had they actually been reprimanding a Saint Son earlier?
The thought made them feel as if the entire sky was darkening; a cold sweat clung to them as their limbs turned icy.
Qin Chen, however, had no mind to fuss over these small fry.
His gaze was fixed on Wey Yixue.
"Did you know they are my friends, my Qin Chen's friends?" Qin Chen asked calmly.
Yet the calmer Qin Chen was, the more fear coursed through Wey Yixue's heart.
His face had paled completely, with not a hint of color left visible.
The name of a Saint Son weighed as heavily as ten thousand pounds.
