Elder Li's voice became even sharper: "You're talking about friendship with me now? Elder Yang, this is utterly ridiculous! Do you really think that a few words about so-called friendship can stop me from intervening in your disciple's affairs? Do you think I would abandon the Jiang Ancient Clan's Holy Son just because of your words?"
Elder Yang sat there, silent, his head lowered, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
Every word from Elder Li was like a blade piercing into his heart, and he knew he couldn't retort.
Seeing Elder Yang's silent demeanor, Elder Li's anger burned even brighter: "Elder Yang, do you know how selfish you are being? You would have me ignore the Saint Heir's interests for your disciple? Do you think this is right? Do you think I will agree?"
