"You..." The Wei family disciple pointed at Lin Qian in front of him, unable to speak, his chest heaving with fury.
In his eyes, Lin Qian simply did not regard him at all.
However, Lin Qian had no time to compete with them in anything, following Wei Wushuang directly back to the Wei family courtyard.
Left behind was a group of Wei family disciples with livid expressions watching the situation unfold. Lin Qian's behavior was like a slap in their faces, burning with pain.
But Lin Qian left, following behind Wei Wushuang, and everyone knew they were in a master-disciple relationship.
As for Wei Wushuang, he was Wei Ziliang's most cherished third-generation disciple, his only grandson, so how could he not be doted on?
The fourth-generation disciples, no matter how bold, dared not confront Wei Wushuang in front of Lin Qian, so for now, they could only endure, waiting for another opportunity to avenge their humiliation.
