"Do you know how long he has been with us?" The old man looked serious, "Since our Seymour Family established a foothold in Crestfall, the presence of the clan elder has always been there, spanning two generations."
"But everything they've prophesied over these two generations is related to the heir," Melody Thorne sneered, "Grandpa, don't worry, I will be responsible for the Seymour Family. Since I'm in charge, everyone must listen to me, otherwise, Jared and I will leave here immediately."
"You..."
"Alright Grandpa, you don't need to worry about so much. Leave everything to me," Melody released the old man and instructed everyone present, "Listen, no one is allowed in here."
"Yes."
"Grandpa, you can go rest now. Jared and I will go in and take a look."
The old man stood in place, looking at Melody Thorne, unsure whether to stop her or not.
"Caleb, follow along to prevent anything from happening!" The old man struck the ground heavily with his dragon-head cane.
