"I beg to differ with the Old Qin Clan Leader. Although Mo Wen was wrong in this matter, there are bound to be some injuries and deaths in the fights of the young ones. Moreover, it happened for a reason, and he didn't break the rules of the Martial Arts Symposium with an ill intention. It is too much to give a junior such a judgement."
After Qin Eldest Great Grandfather had finished his speech, nobody expected that anyone would dare to refute his words. However, in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared, floating like a passing shadow from the direction where the voice had come from. The person who had spoken was an old man with white hair dressed in a gray robe, but his complexion was youthful, and his eyes were bright.