An Opportunity Has Arrived?

"Ah! Y-You hurt me!"

Qin Lan cried out with pursed lips, her voice thin and crisp, its trailing note trembling like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on.

Diwu Chijin merely made an exceedingly impatient "Shh," then closed his eyes. A streak of golden light extended from his palm and burrowed into Qin Lan's body along her wrist.

"Ah! Why is it glowing?!"

Qin Lan jumped in fright and instinctively tried to yank back her arm, her short little legs kicking twice against the carpet.

But the hand gripping her wrist was like an iron clamp, utterly immovable...

"What are you doing, sir?!"

At the same time Qin Dashan cried out, he anxiously steadied his granddaughter's shoulder with his left hand and reached for Diwu Chijin's wrist with his right, trying to move the other man's hand away.

However, the instant Old Master Qin's fingers touched the skin of Diwu Chijin's wrist—Sizzle!!

"Ah!!"

A scorching pain, as though he had thrust his fingers into a wok of boiling oil, made Qin Dashan cry out as his arm instinctively recoiled.

At the same time, Diwu Chijin turned his head. His orange-gold gaze left Qin Lan's face and settled upon Qin Dashan's old face, drawn taut as iron.

He said nothing. The two fiery vortices deep within his eyes merely turned slightly.

Yet the hairs on Qin Dashan's back all stood on end with a whoosh!

He felt as though he were standing beside a huge cauldron of boiling oil.

A heatwave shot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head, making his eyelids twitch and his throat turn dry!

Yet he still withstood that mountain-crushing pressure and said, word by word, "This old man... dares to ask Your Excellency... to release my granddaughter!"

The hall