"Fine." Li Mufan gritted his teeth and nodded stiffly, then left with Li Poxiao.
Seeing that Grandma looked rather angry, I hurried over to help her calm down. "Grandma, what connection do you have with Qian Kun Dao? Is it worth getting angry at these simpletons?"
"How could I not be angry? The Daoist Sect's Three Battles. Those long-nosed Daoists are simply outrageous. What kind of people are they? It hasn't been long since I last went out, yet every one of them acts as if they're about to ascend to heaven. Qian Kun Dao killed my household ghost, so we're sworn enemies now. What else is there to say?" Grandma drew a deep breath and finally returned to normal. Then she patted my head and comforted me. "All right, all right. Good boy, go take care of whatever else you have to do. Grandma's fine."
I was furious too when I heard that. I never expected Li Mufan's master to be so ruthless—to actually kill Grandma's household ghost. No wonder she had spoken to him so harshly. If Song Wanyi or Jiang Han died, I would probably go straight to their doorstep myself.
Now I understood why Grandma had berated Li Mufan. She had let him off easy by not teaching him a lesson as well. Did he really expect her to speak politely to him?
Qian Kun Dao kept mentioning the Qian Kun Dao Sword. So there really was such a sword, and it was in the hands of the old ancestor. If he brought the Qian Kun Dao Sword here, Grandma's household ghosts had all died in their last battle against that white-clad old man. Could they still defeat Qian Kun Dao's old ancestor now?
The crucial point was that Grandma had taken the initiative to challenge