Xiao Han left with a carefree attitude, but the old dragon almost died of anger.
His eyes were blood-red, his face somber, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Grandmaster, that's about enough. You really did fail to teach properly," said the voice, making Long Zaitian's face change instantly.
He understood that this statement coming from that person definitely meant they were siding with Xiao Han.
"I got it," he was a smart man, not saying anything more, just sighing.
The person nodded, stood up, and walked outside.
Clearly, they no longer wanted to stay here. The old dragon's earlier performance had disappointed them greatly.
The old dragon watched the person's departing back and sighed deeply in his heart, knowing he had thoroughly offended them this time.
However, when he thought of his own son and grandson who had died, he couldn't help but grind his teeth in hatred.
He sat there quietly, his expression fluctuating between dark and unsettled.
