All the martial artists in the manor appeared. They were all shocked by the voice of Casey Durham.
A white-haired old man with a powerful aura on his body said angrily, "Casey, where is the enemy attack?"
"Casey, what's wrong with you? Don't you know that we have a distinguished guest today?"
A silver-haired old woman leaned on her walking stick and stared coldly at Casey.
The people of the Durham family seemed to have automatically ignored the white-robed youth, Braydon Neal.
Because Braydon looked handsome and young, with red lips and white teeth, he did not look threatening at all.
So where did the enemy attack come from!
Casey pointed at Braydon and said hoarsely, "Grandpa Magnus, it's him. He wants to kill our whole family!"
"He's just a young man. How did he scare you to such an extent? Useless thing!"
The white-haired old man Magnus Durham's eyes were filled with anger. He felt ashamed of Casey's performance.
