Golden Flower Granny's eyes had filled with horror the moment Lin Lang exposed her identity as the Purple-Shirted Dragon King.
She had originally been the Persian Ming Cult's holy maiden, then become a Guardian Dharma King of the Western Regions Ming Cult. She had had little contact with people from the Central Plains, and she had been gone for over twenty years. Now she was even disguised as an old woman. How had this young man recognized her?
When she had roamed the Jianghu as the Purple-Shirted Dragon King, this young man should not even have been born yet.
"Who are you? What do you want to show me?"
Golden Flower Granny tightened her grip on her cane while holding three poisoned golden flower hidden weapons in her left palm.
The young people nearby all glanced sideways at Lin Lang. Who was this brat? Did he have a death wish?
Lin Lang untied the soft cloth bundle on his back and drew out a Holy Flame Tablets. "Purple-Shirted Dragon King, take a look at this."
"Holy Flame Tablets? How do you have Holy Flame Tablets?!" Golden Flower Granny blanched.
This was a Ming Cult Holy Flame Tablets, and judging by its patterns, it clearly belonged to the Persian Ming Cult Headquarters. Those of the Ming Cult in the east should have had the cult's rules engraved on them.
But this man was clearly from the Central Plains. How could he have Persian Ming Cult Holy Flame Tablets? The Persian Ming Cult would never give Holy Flame Tablets to an outsider.
"The Three Persian Envoys gave it to me and asked me to become the Ming Cult's Cult Leader."
"Impossible!" Golden Flower Granny glared at Lin Lang. "You stole or picked up Holy Flame Tablets somewhere, and now you want to