At the word "cripple," Yin Xian's face darkened, turning as gloomy as ink.
He had always held his eyes above his head, and nothing grated on him more than someone making an issue of his legs.
But after so many years at Yang Qing's side, Bu Er had already learned a good eighty percent of his master's manner and speech.
Though he knew insulting someone like this went against a gentleman's bearing, what did he, Bu Er, have to fear?
The word "gentleman" had only ever been used to describe his young master. What did it have to do with him?
Besides, this man named Yin had provoked them in public time and again. Did he think none of them were breathing?
"What? House Master Yin can do it, but no one is allowed to speak of it?"
Bu Er's words carried considerable weight, and Yin Xian naturally understood that he was making it clear they already knew about the Four-Square Gambling House's earlier preparations.
Since that thin veil had already been pierced, Yin Xian stopped putting on airs.
"So what? Do you know what kind of place this Four-Square Shrine is?"
As he spoke, Yin Xian turned his gaze toward the Four-Square Shrine. "Without my Yin Lineage back then, this Four-Square Shrine would have been destroyed long ago. Without the Yin Lineage, how could you have lived safely until now?"
"So House Master Yin has come to claim a reward for the Yin Lineage?" Yang Qing asked.
After all Yin Xian's frantic efforts, had his ultimate aim not been to enter the Four-Square Shrine?
But what exactly was inside the Four-Square Shrine that made Yin Xian yearn for it so desperately that he would seize it even at the cost of tearing away all pretense of civility between them?