The old man, disregarding his sage-like demeanor, cursed loudly at me and stumbled several steps backward.
His piercing gaze rested on the seemingly delicate and beautiful Begonia Hairpin, which could match the Bronze Sword in strength. Surprisingly, he stamped his foot so hard that a faint crack formed on the ground, just managing to steady himself, "You... you girl, where did you steal this Magic Artifact from the Lin Family? It was personally crafted by Lin Huan!"
"Old Ancestor!! Are you alright?" The two young men and women were shocked and moved to step forward.
The old man sharply retorted, "Get lost, you are no match for her."
"As a mere woman of modest ability, I indeed belong to the people of the Lin Family." While the old man was off guard, I grabbed his wrist and tied a cloth strip imbued with the power of Mystic Thunder to it, and yelled at Bai Yinman and Han Dai, "Hurry and go! There should be someone outside to meet you, in a black Maybach."
