A Dragon

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes, Nalan Xiu set down her chopsticks, drew a deep breath, and prepared to get to the point.

But everyone was eating with great relish and paid her no heed.

Smack—

The crisp sound came from Uncle Lin placing his chopsticks by the edge of the table, deliberately making a noise.

It was not loud, but the moment it rang out, everyone who had been stuffing their faces lifted their heads, withdrew their outstretched chopsticks, and gulped down the food in their mouths whole.

Especially when they saw Uncle Lin's expression turn stern, they adjusted their postures and became solemn.

Even Nalan Shan straightened his back slightly.

This old bastard was not someone to provoke.

More importantly, he could fight!

In the Nalan Family and at Great Dao Academy alike, he was exceptionally formidable.

If he went mad, even Nalan Shan might not be his match. And even if he won, the price he paid would be miserable.

Nalan Xiu was the key that unleashed this madman.

Master Lin was the Protector her mother had left behind for her.

That was also why Nalan Xiu, a young girl with no parents to rely on, held such a lofty position in the Nalan Family and was the only peer who dared openly challenge Nalan Qing, the predetermined Young Master.

Nalan Xiu cleared her throat in satisfaction before looking at her grandfather, Nalan Shan. "Was it good?"

Nalan Shan said, "Speak."

Nalan Xiu said, "You know."

Nalan Shan glanced at her. "Do not be willful."

Nalan Xiu said, "All these years, this is the only request I've made of you, Grandfather. Are you really refusing?"

Nalan Shan looked at her again. Yes, all these years, this was the only time she had made