As soon as Lu Xuan's words to keep Wo Jiu were spoken, the shadowy figure of Wo Sheng's Primordial Spirit, floating mid-air, stiffened.
The carefree smile on his face instantly froze, as if covered by a sudden layer of frost.
Immediately, Wo Sheng's frozen expression slowly returned to calm, but beneath this calm, there seemed to be hidden turbulent waves.
"Mr. Lu, you know this is impossible."
"As a member of the Wo family, Wo Jiu can only be dealt with by our family."
Wo Sheng's expression turned cold, his eyes devoid of warmth, staring straight at Lu Xuan, his words carrying no hint of emotion, like a fathomless icy abyss.
If Wo Jiu, who served as the Supreme Elder of the Wo family, were handed over to Lu Xuan, how would the Wo family maintain its face within the Great Xia Dynasty in the future?
Moreover, this involves handing over Wo Jiu right under the eyes of me, the ancestor of the Wo family.
This is impossible!
The Eight Great Families cannot be disgraced!
