"Stop! You witch, where did you learn this witchcraft? You've deceived our Yun Family!"
This furious roar came from Yun Cang, who had finally broken free from the restraints set by Mrs. Lan.
He rushed towards Mrs. Lan but arrived too late, watching wide-eyed as the sword in her hand descended towards the Old Island Master's neck. He was consumed with horror and fear.
However, at that moment, someone else looked even more horrified and terrified than he did—Mrs. Lan.
She suddenly discovered that the sword in her hand was not responding to her will. It was positioned incredibly close, merely a paper's breadth from the Old Island Master's neck, yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move it forward even a fraction of an inch.
"What's happening? Why can't I..."
Mrs. Lan stared at the sword in her hand, incredulous.
"My great-grandfather is already a dying man. He will settle the karma between you and the Yun Family with his death, but he should not die by your hand."
