As Old Patriarch Qin spoke, the aura around Qin Lu suddenly turned icy and sharp.
The temperature in the air dropped, and an invisible pressure emanated from him, spreading outwards with him at the center.
Old Patriarch Qin had wanted to say more but found himself silenced by the overwhelming presence emanating from Qin Lu.
He felt a sense of fear and unease that seemed to constrict his heart.
Despite being over eighty years old and having more years under one's belt than Qin Lu, Old Patriarch Qin found it difficult to breathe under the intimidation from a younger generation.
Qin Sen wasn't faring any better. Most of the pressure from Qin Lu was directed at him.
The reason Old Patriarch Qin had come here was clear—he was brought along by Qin Sen.
Just when things had calmed down for a few days, Qin Sen had come looking for trouble again. This time, Qin Lu had no intention of letting him off lightly.
