Zhang Hao clenched his fists when he heard the voice and turned sharply toward the elder Yan's room. Was this bastard finally going to get involved? Was he coveting that Legacy Technique?
But there was no way he could do anything, right? He doesn't have Zhang blood, nor is he young. Why, then, does he keep meddling where no one called him?
Although Zhang Hao felt like insulting him, he swallowed his words.
"Elder Yan, what's going on?" he asked, gritting his teeth and forcing out words of respect.
"I'm just saying, Mr. Hao. Don't you intend to enforce the final rule?" he asked curiously.
Zhang Hao frowned. "What do you mean, Elder Yan? Thanks to you, I was able to remember that rule, and it has already been enforced; I don't think I need to do anything else."
