As Lin Beichen left the international airport by special car, pairs of eyes in various rest areas at the airport looked toward the exit, each showing a hint of confusion.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"
A girl in a fiery red dress, sexy and lively, asked.
"Nothing, perhaps I'm just too nervous, I just felt someone was watching me."
The elder, dressed in a white robe with a long beard, stared into the distance, eyes filled with deep confusion.
"Grandpa, did you stay up all night playing cards again, making your nerves jumpy?"
The young girl asked impatiently.
"You're now the grandmaster of the Feng Shui Earth Dragon Sect, a pinnacle cultivator, who would dare to spy on you without permission? They must have a death wish!"
She stared at her grandpa discontentedly, as if trying to see through his lie and reach his true thoughts.
The elder shrank his neck at these words, but the doubt in his eyes did not vanish.
