Clan Chief Zhong's gaze was heavy as he stared at Qin Liuxi, his already wrinkled old eyes twinkling with sharpness, a sign of an elder who had weathered countless storms and even taken lives.
His look was so stern that one would think Qin Liuxi would try to dodge in panic, but contrary to expectations, she met his gaze directly without flinching, her eyes clear and bright, as if she could see through everything.
"Our Zhong Clan has our own connections with a Heavenly Master; we would not dare to trouble the Junior Temple Master," Clan Chief Zhong said in a grave voice.
Junior Temple Master, indeed so young, looked barely twenty, yet possessed an air of considerable grandeur.
Thinking of recent events, Clan Chief Zhong found himself becoming increasingly impatient.
Qin Liuxi lowered her gaze, speaking indifferently, "Clan Leader, you should think carefully. Some things, if fed continuously, will grow an ever insatiable hunger, and when the time comes, your family's offspring..."
