Qiu Wanqing stood proudly, appearing rather pleased with himself.
"Wanqing's words aren't wrong. The opponent likely is just some outsider garbage. Once they realize the power of our Wolf Fang Sect and its far-reaching influence, they'll probably be scared out of their wits."
"This sharpness is good, young people should be full of energy. We're all looking forward to seeing Wanqing face off against that so-called 'dragon crossing the river'."
Qiu Wanqing clasped his hands behind his back, standing tall.
Hearing the words of the core members, his slightly handsome face spread a layer of arrogance.
"Thanks to your praises, elders. If the opponent dares to show up, Wanqing will definitely showcase the mighty reputation of our Wolf Fang Sect." Qiu Wanqing cupped his fists, showcasing youthful spirit to its fullest once more.
Only the elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a black robe, remained silent and unspeaking on the chief seat.
Qiu Yuliang.
