Jiang Yuanjun squeezed an ugly smile and greeted Yun Lintian. "You're here too, Sect Master Yun."
"What happens, Patriarch Jiang? Why is your face pale like that?" Yun Lintian asked with a faint smile.
The already ugly smile on Jiang Yuanjun became uglier upon hearing this. At the same time, his back was drenched with cold sweats. He was so afraid that Yun Lintian would simply kill him here.
Jiang Yingyue looked at her father, whom she respected when she was young, with a complicated mood. The current Jiang Yuanjun was no longer as majestic as before. He looked more like a defeated dog begging for his life.
"Why are you here?" She asked.
Jiang Yuanjun looked at her daughter's indifferent expression and squeezed a word out. "I just came to see how you are doing."
