Sun Sheng's eyes were extremely cold, as cold as the Arctic Glacier at the northernmost tip of the Sacred Continent.
When Sun Sheng turned around, Zong Rui, looking at these icy eyes, dared not make a sound. He lowered his head, cursing Sun Sheng repeatedly in his heart. However, if asked to openly resist, he truly didn't dare.
Unlike Ye Xiaowei, even if Ye Xiaowei's strength surpassed Sun Sheng's, Zong Rui could question Ye Xiaowei but dared not show disrespect to Sun Sheng.
Because nominally, he was Ye Xiaowei's senior brother. No matter how powerful his junior brother was, he absolutely dared not kill him.
Otherwise, he couldn't explain it to the higher-ups of the sect.
Even without considering the higher-ups, the disciples of Eternal Sect present would also stand on his side.
After scolding, Sun Sheng turned around, looking at Ye Xiaowei with a serious expression. Then, his gaze moved from Ye Xiaowei's face to the Big Blade in his hand.