Hanging by a Thread

"Uncle Zhong?"

Lin Xiaowan watched the figure leaping over from afar and instinctively called out. Once she came to her senses, her face immediately darkened.

Calling him "Uncle" had been instinctive, a habit formed from addressing him that way since childhood.

Her face darkened because the scene of Zhong Sanxiao's betrayal some time ago surfaced in her mind.

Even now, Lin Xiaowan found it difficult to believe that the uncle she had called for so many years had nearly massacred the entire Lin Family one day and gravely injured her Grandma.

He had lurked for so many years under the so-called "kindness of a meal," all for the Lin Family's secret treasure.

He was truly hypocritical and despicable!

Ever since Zhong Sanxiao had seized the Thorn Mountain Jade from her Grandma's cane that day,

Lin Xiaowan no longer felt even the slightest familial affection for him. All that remained was fury filling her heart.

Compared with the disgraceful likes of Lin Baijian, Zhong Sanxiao's actions disgusted her even more.

At least the former had coveted that Heaven and Earth Secret Treasure for the family's development, whereas Zhong Sanxiao had done so purely to break through in his own strength.

He was selfish to the extreme!

But very soon, Lin Xiaowan's expression changed again.

As Zhong Sanxiao stepped through the air toward them, two figures followed behind him.

One old, one young.

The elder wore a plain white robe. Nearly fifty, he looked aged and frail, yet there was a sharp glint hidden within his deep eyes. The hand faintly exposed beneath his sleeve looked somewhat blackened.

The younger man wore a dark blue everyday robe. He was spiritually handsome and carried himself with imposing dignity. His pair of phoenix eyes were exceptionally vivid, their sharpness touched with a measure of