Moyu Peak.
Wang Qiutang looked at Wang Qisheng with a sinister gaze, "Is this what you have done?"
Wang Qisheng kneeled on the ground and said dejectedly, "I didn't expect Wang Shanhu to be so useless!"
"Idiot!" Wang Qiutang was so angry he wished he could slap this unfilial son to death.
He had agreed to Wang Qisheng taking action against Yang Qinting, but he hadn't expected Wang Qisheng to be so useless, not only failing to deal with Yang Qinting but also getting caught.
Now, the Yang family has brought people to their door, and his old face has been thrown away.
At this moment, a disciple rushed in and reported, "Elder, the Law Enforcement Hall has received the news, Elder Jiang has taken three hundred sword-wielding disciples to Qingyun Peak!"
Wang Qiutang took a deep breath and slowly stood up, "Go!"
"Father, where are we going?" Wang Qisheng asked blankly.
"Where else? To Qingyun Peak!" Wang Qiutang shouted angrily.
