"Since brother said so, then I, Qi, will go all out!"
"Alright, if you need my help, just say the word."
Qin Luo stood up, his gaze steady.
The long suppression and patience before were merely for the sake of the Old Master, not wanting the family to fall apart, but—
It did not mean he could be bullied forever.
A twelve-year-old boy was already exuding a powerful king-like aura, like a newly forged sharp sword, freshly frozen ice.
Yun Qi nodded, took out a piece of yellow paper, and with a slight movement of thought, red talismans slowly appeared on it.
Then she handed over the completed Spirit Talisman, "Brother, take this. It can help you ward off those filthy things."
After saying this, she made another one, "This is for Grandpa, so he can have a good sleep tonight."
That night, Yun Qi did not leave but stayed at the Qin Family with the Old Master's warm invitation.
