Could Fifth Miss be the Five Venom Emperor Lord? Was that possible?
Yang Ling forced himself to remain calm. Although she was furious, her anger was not directed at him.
Qiguan Zhaojian and the other five stiffened, beads of cold sweat pouring off them as they repeatedly cast pleading looks toward the old man.
"Little Five, calm down. Your godfather will punish them."
The old man coaxed her gently.
His words seemed to have a calming effect.
Even Yang Ling felt some of his tension ease.
Qiguan Zhaojian and the others were not sweating quite as heavily as before, either.
Five-Spice Pork looked somewhat dazed. The eyeballs on her face gradually closed, leaving no trace as she returned to her original appearance.
"Godfather, what happened to me just now?"
Five-Spice Pork looked a little bewildered.
"It's nothing. Your old condition flared up. Go back and rest. Your godfather will handle things here."
The old man smiled as he spoke.
"So that's why. I was wondering why I felt so sleepy."
Five-Spice Pork yawned, then said goodbye to everyone present and ambled away.
Once she left, everyone, Yang Ling included, silently breathed a sigh of relief.
"Bringing the Ten-Thousand-Year Chi Dragon Marrow here this time was your families' idea too, wasn't it?
"Without someone at home giving their approval, you couldn't have gotten your hands on it."
The old man spoke casually.
Qiguan Zhaojian and the other five exchanged glances and silently nodded.
It had indeed been their families' idea.
"You should conduct your business honestly. Why resort to these crooked tricks?"
"This young friend is only standing here today because of me."
"Aren't you slapping me in the face by doing this?"
The old man spoke coolly.
Yang Ling stood to one side without a word. Had they not been