"That old man finally agreed to loosen up..."
"Silence!"
"Brother, what are you afraid of? After today, our Wei Family may not necessarily have to look at the Weichi Clan's face."
"Today is not over yet!" The tall man's face was stern as he warned the several youths beside him, "Don't get too ahead of yourselves. The opening of the Ghost Temple requires the consent of several priests. There aren't many in the Capital City with this much clout, and without Patriarch Weichi, there would be no chance..."
"If not for the old man's stubbornness, why would we fall behind by a year?" A cold female voice said from the side, "Big brother, do you really not harbor any resentment in your heart? Why be so serious? It was only right and expected for him to seek this opportunity for us today."
The big man fell silent for a few breaths, and his face, which bore a resemblance to Wei Gongcheng, turned unsightly and somber.