"Save you?"
Originally standing far away, reminiscing about his recently deceased twin brother, Miller Campbell, the Elder Ancestor of the Profound Heavenly Immortal Sect, Wesley Campbell, heard Preston Buckingham's plea for help. He lifted his head and glanced coldly at Preston Buckingham:
"You little beast, I dare say I've never treated you poorly, yet I didn't expect you to bring such disaster upon the sect..."
"Now, not only did you cause the death of your uncle ancestor Miller, but you also caused the death of your father. Do you still have the face to ask me to save you?"
As he spoke, Wesley Campbell's gaze toward Preston Buckingham erupted with an overwhelming fury.
If this fury could harm, Preston Buckingham might have been burned to death countless times already.
"Had I known earlier that you, this little beast, would bring such disaster to the sect, I would have killed you early to eliminate future troubles!"
