"Patriarch, why has your face turned so dark? Why are your hands and feet trembling? Are your injuries too severe?"
Hong Tianduan asked blankly.
Although Hong Yuanfeng was not from his faction—and had even used his position as Patriarch to frequently suppress them, so much so that they would have been nearly crushed if not for the Grand Elder's intervention—the Third Elder still believed they were family. In his mind, there was no need for a fight to the death.
Therefore, his concern for Hong Yuanfeng was genuine.
Hong Yuanfeng, on the other hand, felt the urge to vomit blood.
He felt his head BUZZING as a tremendous voice roared in his mind: 'Impossible, this is impossible. How can this lowly member of a branch family be a True Disciple? And the First True Disciple, at that? What about my son, Renjie? Could it be that even my dear Renjie is no match for him?'
