"Whoever dares to fight us for it, I will teach them to spill blood for ten miles!"
"You bastard!"
The two glared with widened eyes, clashing point for point, looking as if they were about to start fighting right then and there.
Tobias hurriedly walked over from afar and advised. "Two Elders, do not squabble. Amicability brings wealth."
Byron abruptly turned around, looking at Tobias, he asked faintly. "Who are you?"
"Uh..." Tobias laughed awkwardly.
"Elder Byron, how could you have forgotten?"
"This poor Daoist is precisely the Hale family's Third Elder, Tobias."
"Oh, so it is Elder Tobias." Byron nodded as if suddenly realizing. He then asked with a mocking smile.
"Third Elder, why didn't your saint family's head Alex lead the team this year?"
"...Our Saint Lord has matters to attend to and has no time." Tobias said, neither servile nor overbearing.
