The weather in August always brings an unspoken restlessness, and at certain moments, this feeling intensifies even further.
Watching the figure on the stage performing antics, Qin Yan could hardly resist the urge to kick the buffoon off.
His younger brother's body was yet to grow cold, and here he was, forced to watch a fool make a spectacle of himself. The mere thought was enough to ignite a fire in his belly.
Just as he was about to lose his temper, a familiar figure entered his line of sight, instantly extinguishing his rage. His entire attention was now focused on the newcomer.
"Elder Ye, you've arrived! Please have a seat,"
Qin Yan stood up and respectfully greeted him.
The arrival was none other than the current Sect Leader of Dragon Sleep Mountain, Mr. Ye, who was already past the age of ninety.
Mr. Ye nodded at him and then sat down in the main seat at the table, which had been specially vacated, with the help of his grandson.
