"You're the one who caused the Lanloste Clan's disgrace, aren't you?" The soul possessing Lanloste's body, its stiff form just reviving, questioned Pei Yan word by word.
Pei Yan shrugged helplessly, waving the long knife in his hand, "Hmm, everything's my fault! But it's not wrong to pin this on me. What, smacking the child and now the ancestor's out for revenge? Hey, are you the most powerful ancestor of theirs? I don't want this to be like stirring up a wasp's nest, taking down one and then another keeps coming!"
"Hehehe, it's been a long time since I've come out to fight. Do all the young people now have such big mouths? Seeing as you're only at the rank of Holy Knight, you still dare to spout such wild words here?" interjected another knight standing next to Lanloste.
