The elderly old man ignored the little old man but continued to look at Jun Wu Xie to suddenly ask: "Little brother, that thing might not really have been a prized heirloom of your tribe, is it?"
The elderly old man's question made Jun Wu Xie pause for a moment in her heart.
The little old man was similarly frozen.
Jun Wu Xie looked at the elderly old man and did not say a word. She knew that the elderly old man must have sensed something was not right to have asked such a question.
"Little brother, there's no need to be nervous. I hold no ill intentions against you. You are Little Ya's disciple and I will naturally not make things difficult for you. I merely want to ask you if you know who wrote this thing here." The elderly old man said, trying to make his voice become more gentle. Jun Wu Xie looked to be of a young age and she was also petite in size. He really did not want to scare her.
