"Father!"
"Grandfather!"
"Patriarch!"
Hearing his sons and grandchildren cry out in alarm, the old patriarch steadied himself and narrowed his eyes. As if he didn't see the fist of death that the Golden Core cultivator was sending his way, he annoyedly yelled to them, "What's all that blubbering?! I'm not dead yet!"
Hearing this, Feng Jiu, who was off to the side, couldn't help but smile. Both of her eyes were fixed brightly upon the old man, but what no one noticed in this instant, was that her two hands, hidden beneath her sleeves, were toying with a silver needle.
Still smiling in the old patriarch's direction, Feng Jiu's eyes quickly flitted over to the Golden Core cultivator who was heading this way to attack. As she stealthily flicked her wrist, sending the silver needle flying, she shouted out to the old patriarch in an adoring tone: "Grandfather Geng hang in there! You're the best!"
