"Yes," Aur spoke with an amused expression. "So why are you disturbing the sleep of my young miss?"
"I am sorry to be disturbing the sleep of the young miss. I am the ancestor of the Iron Fist sect," the old man said in the most pleasant voice possible.
"Don't think that you can just meet our young miss because you are a lord," Aur's voice came from inside again.
The old man paused for a second when he heard this, but with a forced smile, he continued.
"I know my identity is not enough to meet the young miss, but I am here to apologise to you. This disobedient servant, my granddaughter, dared to be disrespectful to you, and that core disciple of the sect even went as far as to interrupt the young miss. So I am here to officially make Tina your servant."
"Oh, you really don't care about the death of your core disciple?" Aur said.
