Lu Yin heard the discussion, and so did the head of the Linlu Mountain Family. His expression shifted. People from the Heavenly Gate Luo Family? This was trouble. He'd been on the other side just moments ago and had seen this man giving the Spring and Autumn Jian disciples a hard time. Acting on impulse, he'd stepped in. Earlier, he hadn't dared show his face when the Third Peak of the Mound of the Dead came looking for trouble. Now, of course, he needed to make a show of support as quickly as possible. He hadn't expected this to involve the Heavenly Gate Luo Family.
The Luo Family might be a family, but they were worlds apart from his own. The Heavenly Gate Luo Family was no weaker than any other force, and was powerful enough to stand alongside the Spring and Autumn Jian.
This was trouble. No wonder that brat had dared provoke the Spring and Autumn Jian.
Thinking that, he softened his gaze. "Young man, it's not easy for these Spring and Autumn Jian disciples to run a bookstall. Why not leave them be? If you want to buy some calligraphy, I'll buy it for you, brother. How about that?"
He didn't dare offend the Heavenly Gate Luo Family, but he also didn't want to lose face in front of the Spring and Autumn Jian. He had no choice but to pay a price.
Lu Yin glanced at the hand resting on his shoulder.
The middle-aged man hurriedly withdrew it and smiled warmly, trying to look as generous as possible.
"You want to buy me some calligraphy?"
"That's right. Which piece do you like? I'll buy it for you, brother. Just please stop making things difficult for the Spring and Autumn Jian disciples. They really do have it