"Feng, get out here! This courtyard is mine!"
Another man walked out from the crowd. He was thin and wore a green robe with a mustache.
He also shouted into the courtyard, his tone not polite at all.
Creak.
The door opened, and a figure walked out. It was Zhao Liu.
His face was pale, and his steps were unsteady.
He stood at the door and glanced coldly at the group of people before him. Anger appeared in his eyes.
"If it was two months ago, how could I have lost to you!" He glared angrily at the green-shirted man.
Then, he took a deep breath and looked at the leading middle-aged man. "Sun, you're really shameless. Isn't it just for an artifact? You want to deal with me like this!"
"How dare you! How dare you talk to the Third Elder like that? Do you believe that I'll punish you for your crimes?!"
"Feng, don't forget your current status. You're no longer an elder!"
The crowd started to shout.
