"Ancestor, I understand my limits."
Tang Qingyun took a deep breath and said, "Ancestor, do you know the true strength of the black-clad man who appeared at Tianlai Villa last night?"
"His strength is greater than mine."
The voice on the other end of the phone provided an answer, then suddenly shifted tone and said, "However, even if his strength surpasses mine, so what? If it comes to a life-and-death struggle, I have ways to ensure he will perish utterly. If he dares to meddle in this matter, I will show him what it means to perish utterly."
"Thank you, Ancestor," Tang Qingyun said, grateful. This was all he needed; the Tang Family could handle the rest.
"No need to thank me. This is merely repaying a favor to your Tang Family. After this, I will have no further associations with your Tang Family. Your Tang Family's life or death has nothing to do with me."
A very abrupt voice came through the phone.
