Upon hearing Lin Dong's words, Qin Huayu said helplessly, "Master Lin, if you slaughter all those martial artists, then my Qin Family will hardly have any martial artists left."
"Master Lin, why don't we sit down and have a good talk?"
Lin Dong pondered for a moment before saying, "Okay, let's have a good talk then."
She invited Lin Dong to enter.
At this moment, the two people didn't seem to be on the edge of drawing swords against each other, and the atmosphere eased slightly.
A moment later, the two of them arrived at the Qin Family's council hall.
In the council hall of the Qin Family's ancient residence, lights were blazing, illuminating two faces with varying expressions.
Lin Dong, dressed entirely in black, with eyes like torches, sat in the principal seat, emanating an aura that brooked no infringement.
Opposite him, Qin Huayu dressed in a simple moon-white long dress, her hair lightly pinned, her brows carrying a hint of bitterness and helplessness.
