After a long time had passed, the members of the Lin Clan near the archway were silent as cicadas in winter, no one spoke or moved.
The atmosphere was eerily oppressive.
"Are we really going to let him go just like that?" Lin Zhengli spoke out, "Allow such a Ninth Grade Circulation Realm fellow to strut around the Lin Family unchallenged?"
"Everyone," Lin Zhengren turned back, and spoke indifferently, "disperse."
The crowd scattered, and even Lin Duanxing, Lin Zhengren's father, didn't hesitate, a testament to Lin Zhengren's prestige within the clan.
The old Lin patriarch glanced at Lin Zhengli and said, "Zhengli, come, help Grandfather back to the room."
Lin Zhengli forced a smile, "Grandfather, let the servants help you back. I still have something to discuss with my brother."
The old Lin patriarch looked as if he had more to say but ultimately shook his head and left with the support of the servants.
