"Junior Sect Master, perhaps... you should go find the Sect Leader?"
Hearing the resentment in Preston Buckingham's voice, the elderly man cautiously suggested.
"Find my father?"
Preston Buckingham glared at the elderly man, shouting, "If my father knew about my fake death, he would certainly reprimand me... Now, you want me to ask him to help me abduct a woman?"
"If I go to him now, just not being severely punished would be fortunate... And you think he'd help me abduct a woman? You're dreaming!"
As he spoke, Preston Buckingham took a deep breath and said to himself,
"Forget it... It wasn't entirely for that woman that I faked my death. Now that the Elder Ancestor Beckham Ho is dead, the grudges I've accumulated over the years are mostly resolved. I'll have another chance to abduct that woman later."
Preston Buckingham muttered to himself.
"Junior Sect Master."
At this moment, a voice came from outside the room.
