"The opponent is an expert at Qi Gathering Minor Achievement!"
Qiu Wenjie's voice was hoarse, his eyes bloodshot.
He started practicing martial arts early and was still a sixteen-year-old boy. His family had suffered a sudden disaster: his eldest uncle was injured, their family business was being targeted, and they faced the threat of annihilation. His state of mind was already unstable.
He had come to Weiyuan Hall for help, only to be repeatedly rejected. It was a testament to his strength that he hadn't broken down in tears.
Now, seeing Xu Yang, whom he had always considered a brother, the grief and indignation in his heart were becoming unbearable.
"I'll go ask the other senior brothers. Someone is bound to step up and help!"
Qiu Wenjie took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions within. If it meant saving his family from this crisis, what did a few scoldings and rejections matter?
