I am His Foster Father

"Get lost!" Lynwood Strouse said coldly.

One word—pure attitude.

This instantly drew everyone's attention in the main hall.

"After this banquet ends, I'll wipe out your Dlael Spiritual Sect. You don't have much time left," Lynwood added, his words representing the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

And he said this in such a public setting.

Words, once spoken, are like water poured out.

This statement embodied the face of the Lotus Feather Pavilion!

Scipio Langdon, knowing what had happened, asked indifferently, "The people from Dlael Spiritual Sect are here?"

"Dlael Spiritual Sect's Stevyn Zurcher greets Pavilion Master Ling!"

A white-haired elder slowly stepped forward from the crowd, his manner extremely humble.

Scipio's expression darkened instantly, his gaze cold and deadly. 

However, his tone remained remarkably calm. "The Dlael Spiritual Sect sent someone to the Lotus Feather Pavilion. That's unexpected."