Wei Fan was silent; the foundation of the Martial Emperor Clan was indeed terrifying, with various methods, legacies, and bloodlines left by the Martial Emperor. After tens of thousands of years of development, they are simply unfathomable.
As he faced the Martial Emperor Clan now, he might not be as insignificant as an ant, but his power of resistance was scarcely any better.
"I'm not here to persuade you about anything. We martial artists fight the heavens and battle the earth, fearless of life or death. Just a reminder for you to be more cautious; you have the talent to become an emperor, so some things you should be more tolerant of.
In a place like the Holy City, while the Martial Emperor Clan members aren't as populous as dogs, they're not exactly rare either; occasional tolerance isn't anything to be ashamed of."
He knew Wei Fan's temperament all too well. Reckless as he was, in a place like the Holy City, such a character would surely suffer loss sooner or later.
