Under Xiao Yan's gaze, the young man named Lei Le did not dare move a muscle.
He was clearly just a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy, so why was I so afraid of him?
But when the old man's voice reached him, the young man's expression eased considerably, his earlier panic giving way to arrogance once more.
"Grandpa, you're here! Look at this woman. She's only an Acting Supervisory Elder, yet she dares bring people in here whenever she likes.
"I was just trying to reason with her, and she gave me a thorough dressing-down. Grandpa, you have to stand up for me!"
Lei Le was the sort who spoke human words to humans and ghost words to ghosts. In front of Lei Ou, he instantly put on a pitiful air. If he could, he might even have squeezed a few tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Don't worry, my precious grandson. I can't speak for anywhere else, but here at the Mittel Auction House, no one dares lay a hand on you."
Several people followed behind the old man who spoke, each with cultivation ranging from Dou Zhe to Da Dou Shi, while he himself was a Dou Ling.
Hearing his promise, Lei Le's expression became brazen again, secure in the knowledge that he had backing.
"Colluding with an outsider to threaten a steward of the Mittel Family? According to the rules, your seat as Acting Supervisory Elder might not be so secure anymore."
At the very least, whether an elder stayed or left was decided through deliberation by the Council of Elders. With his grandfather voting against her, even if Ya Fei was not dismissed, securing a permanent appointment would be harder than climbing to heaven.
"Aaaah!!!"
Yet the moment he finished speaking, a piercing scream erupted nearby.