His grandson was no longer gasping for air as the Huishe half breed was handing him medicine for the burns on his throat. This picture was completely unexpected. The supposed enemy had dumbfounded him and his relative betrayed him.
His expression unpleasant he emerged from the water. Panting heavily he silently stared at his brother's back his malicious thoughts seeping out of his body. This killing intent though faint was still noticed by Qilin San but it didn't even faze him.
He equated Qilin Yanjing's anger to the time he confiscated his sword when they were cubs just because he liked it. Back then Qilin Yanjing couldn't stand up for himself nor could he stand up for himself now.
"Jing dage, don't you just stand there. Your family's cub is in the enemy's hands. You should save him," he said with a sly grin that sent shivers down Qilin Yanjing's body with the air of defiance around him vanishing abruptly.
