Only then did everyone seem to realize that, standing together, none of these three could possibly fade into the background.
Each had their own distinctive beauty, making them the most dazzling figures in this little room.
The old man seemed to realize he had lost his composure and gave two soft coughs.
The sound startled everyone else back to their senses.
Yin Ze immediately flushed with anger and embarrassment. He had actually been mesmerized by Silver Snow, even though this man might be the very culprit who had reduced Yin Sang to this state.
"Silver Snow! What exactly did you do to my brother to make his condition worsen?"
Yin Ze's words were utterly disrespectful.
At this point, he was hardly treating Silver Snow as an elder at all.
Silver Snow was not angry. He merely tilted his head, a trace of innocence in his expression. "I'd like to know what exactly I did that made a junior like you insist so adamantly that I'm responsible for Yin Sang's condition."
Yin Ze snapped, "Of everyone who visited Yin Sang these past few days, you're the most suspicious! You're the only one who slipped in while the maid was away! Are you going to deny that?"
Silver Snow's eyes flickered slightly before he turned to the maid. "I came in?"
The maid still seemed not to have recovered her senses, and her voice carried a shy note. Everyone watched as she hastily lowered her head and stammered, "That day, I... the figure I saw from behind... it really... really was the Seventeenth Master's."
The maid felt that Silver Snow was testing how much her heart could bear. The Seventeenth Master had clearly used neither a charm technique nor any special ability, yet whenever she spoke to him, she felt as though