"Uncle Seven means..." Everyone looked at Uncle Seven with confusion and asked.
Uncle Seven sighed and said, "Actually, I had this idea before, and after Wuyi left, this idea grew even stronger. What are we actually fighting to the death in the secular world for? Is it just so we can enter the ancestral family and then obtain a promotion in martial arts?"
"Uncle Seven, isn't that exactly why we're doing this?" A middle-aged man said.
"Look at you and me. I'm already a dying man, and you are already halfway to the grave. I'm just wondering if our lives are worth it?" Uncle Seven murmured.
The young man looked at Uncle Seven, sighed, and said, "Aren't we here to serve the ancestral family and then enter it? It's our destiny!"
Uncle Seven turned around and looked deeply at the young man, then pulled out his phone, and after the call connected, Uncle Seven said respectfully:
"Second Master, things have messed up. Qin Wuyi was completely defeated, and it seems he might be crippled."
