My Lord and That Lord

The being inside the golden sedan chair struck directly. Its power was so overwhelming that it shook heaven and earth, and every expert present changed expression.

They saw the elderly man seated in the void, his face full of compassion, his manner dignified and righteous, radiating sacred light—suddenly collapse. Disregarding all appearances, he turned and ran for his life.

"Fuck!"

"Don't get worked up. We can talk this out."

Even as he ran, the old man shrieked and begged for peace, utterly devoid of dignity. He was a completely different person from the sacred figure he had been moments ago.

The illusion around him vanished, revealing a young man with shifty eyes and a goatee.

This person was none other than Uncle Boya.

He had wanted to bluff everyone into leaving without a fight, but he had run into someone with a discerning eye, who saw through his secret technique at once.

"I'm outta here, I'm outta here! There are so many of you—if I get caught, I'll be beaten to death!"

He was extremely fast, but the owner of the golden sedan chair was even faster. Five fingers descended like pillars of heaven, forming a cage that blocked Uncle Boya's path.

Seeing this, everyone's faces turned livid, murderous intent surging in their eyes. Even a fool would know they had been deceived.

This was no lofty master at all.

Just a rat playing tricks and pretending to be profound.

"Beast! Strip his hide when you catch him! How dare he toy with us!"

"You bastard! You pretended to be some fucking master just to drive us away and swallow the treasures here for yourself. Aren't you afraid you'll choke to death?"

"Hmph! Just a petty trick, and you thought you could fool me? You must be blind as a