"I don't want to repeat myself. Besides, you were there when I made a special trip to the Capital City to speak with the Old Master, were you not?" Elder Ming Daochuan slowly set down his teacup, his murky eyes sweeping over his junior martial brother before speaking indifferently.
"Uh, this..."
The hawk-eyed elder surnamed Ruan gave an awkward laugh, his expression turning helpless. "But Senior Brother, the Old Master has changed his tune now. He wants us to bring Sister Lin back..."
"Bring Little Ling back? Heh, I think you're doing this for that boy, Chen Fei, aren't you?" Elder Ming Daochuan cut him off coldly.
"Senior Brother!"
At this, the hawk-eyed elder slammed his teacup down on the table. The helpless, bitter smile vanished from his face, replaced by a stern expression. He spoke slowly, "No matter what, he's still a member of the Old Chen Family of the Capital City, isn't he? Blood is thicker than water. Don't you think what you're doing now is going too far?"
