An aged voice, yet brimming with power, rang out. Jankos looked toward where the voice came from and saw an old man.
Although the old man's body was rather thin, his eyes shone like stars, firing out a cold, fierce light like two swords. His hair was more than half gray, and there were quite a few wrinkles on his face. At first glance, he looked as if he had only just passed sixty.
"Grandpa!" The moment Lylia saw the old man, she spoke up.
Jankos frowned and slowly released Lylia's hand. Neline also withdrew her dagger, but she still gripped it tightly, her eyes full of vigilance as she watched him.
"Mr. Corey." Jankos said with a frown.
Corey slowly walked toward Jankos, his gaze as if it wanted to pierce through him. His voice, cold and threatening, rang out, "Jankos, what are you doing to my granddaughter."
