Invitation From Young Master Hai
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
"Hahahaha!"
The onlookers all roared with laughter. After causing so much commotion and giving them such high hopes for the ensuing battle, Fu Zhengtong had immediately become limp and uncompetitive just like that?
Meanwhile, Fu Siyuan's expression was as dark as could be. What in the world was going on?
Perhaps Fu Zhengtong had released the Southern Cup Rock Sun Water for too long, so it was "leaking air"?
"Humph!" He flicked his sleeves in frustration. If he directly interfered and suppressed Ling Han, others would accuse him of picking on the weak. Sure, there were Dividing Soul Tier elites in Fu Tonghai's branch, but were there no Dividing Soul Tier elites in Fu Gaoyun's branch?
The Fu Clan had their rules—battles between the followers of different potential leaders were strictly limited to those at the Severing Mundane Tier. If elites above this cultivation level participated, they would be severely punished by the clan.