"Master!"
The two women had retreated at this moment, their faces filled with resentment and grievance as they spoke: "This man killed our Junior Sister and the one inside hurt us. Master, you have to stand up for disciple!"
The glamorous woman didn't speak but stared at the wing-room on the second floor. An old man had walked out of the wing-room, and when the glamorous recognised who it was, her eyes narrowed and she smiled: "I wondered who it was! So it's you, old fool!"
Although there was a smile on her lips, there wasn't a trace of smile in her eyes. On the contrary, her eyes had a chilling and murderous aura. It was obvious that those two people were already enemies to begin with.
