The City Lord Summons Me!
Taiyi looked at Qian Duojin with an unceasing smile and chuckled. "Patriarch Qian, I know that your Qian Family is one of the foremost great lineages in Blackwater City. You hold a high position and great power, and no one dares provoke you!"
"Perhaps you also feel that even if the Qian Family went to war with the Zhao Family, it might not necessarily lose!"
"But Patriarch Qian, I must remind you of something now!"
"The old City Lord is already on the verge of death, but his cultivation remains. If the Qian Family provokes the old City Lord at this point, I think... he wouldn't mind dragging a few more people down with him into the grave, would he?"
Taiyi said this with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Qian Duojin naturally understood what Taiyi meant.
Rumor had it that the old City Lord's internal injuries were incurable and that he did not have much longer to live. Although he was wounded, all his cultivation remained. At the brink of death, if anyone dared provoke him... In any case, he was already a dying man. What would be wrong with dragging a few people down to serve as cushions?
Qian Duojin smiled. "How could I dare? Since the old City Lord wishes to see Lin Bai today, this old man naturally wouldn't dare keep you any longer!"
"Please, go ahead!"
Qian Duojin smiled faintly and stopped blocking Taiyi.
Taiyi chuckled. "Please, Esteemed Guest Lin Bai!"
Lin Bai chuckled. "Let's go, Lin Ye!"
At once, Lin Bai took Lin Ye and followed Taiyi away.
Only after Taiyi had left did Qian Duojin's expression suddenly turn cold. He shot the Tang Family a frosty look, then led the Qian Family's martial artists back to the Qian Family.