The old man remained motionless, like a stone sculpture.
Xin Lin widened her eyes, staring at the old man.
He seemed to be very old, exuding a sense of desolation.
If it weren't for his still-present aura, Xin Lin would have thought he was the living dead.
This was, indeed, the Old Family Master of Fengdong.
Others when seeing him were very respectful.
After being dragged in by the ghost soldiers, Xin Lin wasn't panicked at all.
She appeared calm, walked to the sandalwood table, poured herself some tea, and took a sip.
"Awful."
Xin Lin pushed the teacup away, full of disdain.
She then grabbed a piece of pastry, took a bite, and promptly spat it out.
"Terrible."
The old man's wrinkled face couldn't help but twitch.
No one had ever dared to be so impudent in front of him.
The juniors of Fengdong, when seeing him, were all "Ancestor this, Ancestor that," wouldn't even dare take a deep breath, unlike Xin Lin, who barely regarded him at all.
