"You stop right there."
Mr. Ding had already walked out the door when Ji Bolin finally reacted. He suddenly stood up, his voice cold as he called out to him, "Ding Qizong, you traitorous disciple, you stop right there."
Mr. Ding paused in his tracks and turned around silently to face Ji Bolin, who was visibly shaking with rage.
Ji Bolin's body trembled with extreme anger as he pointed at Mr. Ding, "Why, why on earth, I am your master, why would you do this to me?"
"Why?"
Mr. Ding looked at him calmly, even indifferently, "Because, I know that you, Master, cannot win. You were right about one thing—the end of your days is near, you have no fate with the inheritance. No matter how much you struggle, it's futile. We disciples need not follow you to our deaths."
With that, he turned and walked away.
"You... you..."
