Hearing this, William Cole's eyes narrowed, and a burst of icy coldness erupted from them.
No matter who it was, if they wanted to kill his son, they would have to ask for his permission.
"Have they made a move?" William Cole asked in a cold voice.
Nathaniel Dawn shook his head with a smile, "The sect leader has given orders, they wouldn't dare to act recklessly."
"However, these old creatures are quite opportunistic. When I was young and could potentially become the next heir, they tried their best to ingratiate themselves with me."
"Later, when they knew I couldn't become the heir, they kicked me to the curb. Such is the warmth and coldness of human relationships."
"The Dawn Sect's way of raising its offspring is very special. Young people don't stay with their mothers to be raised, but are, like the ancient royal families, raised by nanny servants."
He lit a cigar and took a puff, "Almost all the young people of the Dawn Sect are brought up by these nanny servants."