Hearing that Wenyuan was leaving, Wang Huairen felt no emotion.
After knowing that Wenyuan was an undercover agent of Xuanzhen Temple, Wang Huairen had already anticipated this day would come.
Given the current situation, there was no point in discussing anything further.
What Wang Huairen cared about now was not whether Wenyuan was leaving, but where the Wang Family of the Scholar Tree should go.
Death Prison, or the Underworld?
Wang Huairen waved his hand weakly and said, "Brother Wenyuan, please feel free to go; you don't need to seek my opinion."
Wenyuan nodded, cupped his hands in salute to Wang Huairen, then turned to leave.
Seeing Wenyuan's back, Wang Huairen wanted to call out to him, asking him for a plea on his behalf.
He could die, but spare the Wang Family of the Scholar Tree a way out.
But as the words reached his lips, Wang Huairen couldn't say a word.
