"I remember now..." Tyler muttered, swimming swiftly through a curved corridor lined with glowing moss. "The Young Master gets humiliated, then his dad shows up, and then the grandfather... Damn it! I forgot that cliché pattern."
"Classic cultivation novel escalation," Lily replied dryly.
Behind them, ripples in the water shifted and distorted the surroundings. From within a new glowing bubble, an elderly figure emerged —an old man with a long, flowing white beard and a majestic Taoist robe. His aura distorted the surroundings, creating whirlpools in every direction. The water itself seemed to shudder at his presence.
"The Grandfather..." Tyler groaned. "Let me guess, Fred Beckman?"
The old man hovered calmly, eyes sharp and ancient. "I am Fred Beckman, patriarch of the Beckman Clan. Who dares to kill my descendants in this realm?!"
