"Sima Zhi Yuan, are you handing her over or not?!" An Elder with a white moustache shouted while looking at Sima Zhi Yuan with a cold face.
Sima Zhi Yuan rubbed his ears and said, "Don't shout so loud, the building is going to collapse."
"Sima Zhi Yuan, don't try to change the topic. Sima You Yue killed my Grandson, you must hand her over today." Jiang Yun Long shouted.
"Your Grandson killed my Great Granddaughter, your power isn't strong enough and even got killed by the baby of my clan, aren't you embarrassed to come here and ask for her? Aren't you shameless?!" Sima Zhi Yuan continued, "Your Grandson is older than my Great Granddaughter by a few hundred years right? Tsk tsk, how dare you come here to demand for her. Do you want the whole inner region to know that the Jiang Clan is weaker than a younger generation from the Sima Clan? The young ones died but the old ones came, tsk tsk, shameless! I feel ashamed for you!"
