Seeing Ethan firmly express his stance, Edwin found no words to argue.
After all, Ethan owed nothing to the Azure Origin Dao Sect; on the contrary, the sect owed him much.
But Edwin was but an old retired peak master among the sixteen peaks of the Dao Sect—his influence limited.
He pondered bitterly—if he were the sect master, how could he allow this to happen?
"I understand your feelings, but I'm not asking you to return to the sect tonight," Edwin said gently.
"What then?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.
"I only came to ask for a favor," Edwin said again.
"A favor?" Ethan echoed thoughtfully.
"What trouble did you encounter, Uncle Edwin?" Ethan inquired.
Edwin sighed deeply. "Remember Bram? We were targeted by him."
"Bram…" Ethan frowned. The name was toxic.
Bram was a man who would surely retaliate relentlessly.
With Bram's eyes set on Edwin and his team, without powerful aid, they stood no chance.
