"Alright, you little bastard! Then I'll fucking kill you!" Enraged by the little boy's curses, Wang Huo's anger erupted. He reached out to grab the boy.
The little boy's mother clung desperately to her child, her face a mask of despair. Throughout the crowd, every face showed a mixture of anger and hopelessness.
"Wait!" the Great Witch Master, who had been sitting motionless, suddenly spoke.
Wang Huo's hand froze above the little boy's head. He stared at the Great Witch Master in surprise. Nearby, Be also looked at the Great Witch Master with some confusion, wondering why he would suddenly interfere in such a matter today.
'Could the Great Witch Master have gone soft? No... that's impossible!' Be wondered. Before he could say anything, he saw the Great Witch Master's eyes turn towards the eastern mountain peaks in the darkness of the night, his brow beginning to furrow.
