Ye Wudao's expression darkened.
How ruthless this guy is, he executed the Third Elder without a second word!
Even if his own son had died, he could remain unphased!
"That's right, I killed your son!" Ye Wudao replied.
"Good, I like honest people!" Mo Feixue stared at Ye Wudao, hands behind his back, and lightly extended two fingers, "You now have two choices!"
"Oh?" Ye Wudao was puzzled.
"One, become my son, replace the deceased Mo Feixue, and become the junior Hall Master of the Demon Wind Hall!"
What?
Have me become your son, and take up the position of junior Hall Master of the Demon Wind Hall!
Upon hearing this, Ye Wudao rejected without a second thought, "Sorry, I'm used to being a father to others, but I'm not accustomed to being someone's son!"
"Insolence!"
"You brat, this is the Hall Master of our Demon Wind Hall!" several Demon Wind Hall elders scolded angrily.
