The grandfather and granddaughter had been about to take their leave when a large group approached them head-on. Of the several dozen people, more than ten were golden core cultivators, though they all seemed to be at the early golden core stage. Judging by their bone ages, they were getting on in years, with clearly no hope of reaching nascent soul. No wonder golden core cultivators were willing to serve as hired muscle for a lineage like this. They were probably after what little resources the Zheng Household had.
The man leading them looked decidedly frivolous. Su Jiu narrowed her eyes slightly. Judging by the fabric of his clothes, he should be one of the Zheng Household's masters, but she guessed he had little real authority. After all, the Zheng Household had many descendants, and anyone raised to have this sort of temperament was unlikely to receive much regard.
The man's eyes lit up slightly when he saw Su Jiu, then he swept a disdainful glance over Yun Huanling and the others. Following behind him was none other than the servant Su Jiu had stabbed with an Ice Cone. His chest had been bandaged, but blood still seeped through the white cloth. His face was faintly blue, clearly chilled badly by Su Jiu's ice spiritual qi.
"Looking for me, little beauty?"
Yun Huanling had already taken a dislike to the man before them. Hearing him speak to Su Jiu like that, he wanted to strike immediately, but Yun Chao beside him held him back.
Su Jiu did not answer his question, merely saying coolly, "Did you send all those Zheng Household disciples out onto the streets?"
The man paused slightly. How could he have that much authority? Even slipping his four men into the group that had blocked this grandfather