"There is no other way."
A moment later, his cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with renewed vigor. The sickly weakness that once clung to his body began fading rapidly. His frail posture straightened as Qi surged through his meridians, restoring his strength and mobility.
With a calm breath, the old man rose from his wheelchair.
Stretching his shoulders slowly, he spoke as if preparing for an ordinary fight.
"Leave that girl to me."
"I'll leave the other one to you."
The fifteen attendants behind him exchanged confused glances.
"…Other girl?"
The Patriarch looked up, then the others did the same.
Xiao Hei was walking along the ceiling like a shadow, her body already transforming as dark fur spread across her limbs.
In the next moment, she shifted into the form of a massive black panther.
Her dark eyes locked onto the old man below.
It was obvious who she intended to attack. She wanted the strongest, but the Patriarch didn't even bother putting her in his eyes.
He scoffed.
