The atmosphere in the office grew incredibly tense.
The old Hall Master let out a long sigh after he finished reading all the documents.
He turned and looked at the painting hanging on the wall, lost in thought.
For a moment, he seemed very calm.
All his anger and killing intent had vanished.
In their place were only heartache and helplessness.
After a long while, the man in black wearing a conical hat spoke softly, "Teacher, should I go kill Lin Dazhi and his entire family?"
The old Hall Master waved his hand dismissively.
"He's just a useless cripple. What's the point in killing him?"
"Then... then I'll drag him here for you to deal with as you please..."
"Enough!"
The old man slowly turned around, his eyes shot through with blood.
Tear tracks, still wet, stained his cheeks.
He let out a soft sigh. "Xiaoqing was his wife once. Now that she's gone, I have no desire to see him. Let's just leave it at that... Besides, Lin Yi has already moved out!"
