"Yes, Ancestral Master. I saw it with my own eyes, and a few of my junior brothers saw it too!"
Suo Ming raised his head and spoke defiantly.
If an ordinary disciple had dared to speak to Wu Fatian like that, they would have been sent flying with a slap long ago. But this time, Wu Fatian surprisingly did not lose his temper.
"Good, good! Quick, go and find him!" A smile spread across Wu Fatian's face, though it looked more like a pained grimace.
Lei Ting suddenly felt that something was amiss. "Wu the Kid, what are you scheming? He's a disciple of my Thunderlight Hall! I'm warning you, don't get any funny ideas!"
"Oh, is that so? Well, it seems disciples can transfer between halls in our Holy Hall." Wu Fatian laughed smugly. "Old Lei, you're the host, and I'm the guest. Aren't you going to invite me to sit down? It's not like I'm busy. I have all the time in the world."
