Last time, when Heavenly Secret Sect launched a cleanup operation at the Prisoner's Graveyard, it was Zhou Cong who saved Wei Dong's life, something Wei Dong had always remembered.
Wei Dong took a deep breath. He saw the light! What so-called brothers? When it came to their own interests, they would turn their coats faster than rabbits!
Such people weren't worthy of being his, Wei Dong's, brothers! Nor were they worthy to join him, Wei Dong, in ascending to the position of Sect Leader!
Wei Dong held great respect for the Third Elder, for he had stood by Yang Feiyu's side unwaveringly during the times when Yang Feiyu was not favored, continuously accompanying him to ascend to the Sect Leader's position!
What Wei Dong needed were brothers like the Third Elder! Not a bunch of fair-weather friends!
Zhou Cong was the son of the Third Elder; he should have traits similar to those of the Third Elder, right? Having made up his mind, Wei Dong's eyes became unprecedently bright!
