Changyi froze in place, cold sweat breaking out all over his body, but he still gritted his teeth and forced a smile: "Don't threaten me. I'm the backbone of the Heterogeneous Hall. If you harm me, the Young Mansion won't let you off."
"Since when would the Young Mansion care about a castrated dog?" Hun Jiansi retorted coldly with a mocking tone.
"Argue, argue, the moment you meet all you do is argue. I really don't understand what you're even arguing about."
From the corner, an aged, sighing voice echoed. Moments later, a frail old woman hobbled into view. Her back was hunched, she wore a peculiar hood, and supported herself with a walking stick as she slowly approached the group.
At her appearance, not only Hun Jiansi but even Changyi revealed a look of fear.
A strange and ominous aura surrounded the old woman, and the faint, dusky purple mist clouding her made her identity even more mysterious.
