The smile on Qingyi's face immediately disappeared as he felt Meilin's hand reach for his, grasping it tightly.
Jin Hao, standing beside the couple, was also overcome by a deep frown.
Turning his face, he saw his son throw open the double doors with a bang, revealing eyes overflowing with rage.
"Father, this bastard killed one of my subordinates!" the third young master roared, pointing his finger at Qingyi. "I demand justice!"
The Gold King was about to explode, but, exchanging glances with his son-in-law, he managed to control his own fury.
That damn brat was over a hundred years old, and yet he still acted like a fucking child. Did he still think he was a teenager?
Of course, a hundred years was a negligible amount of time for most great experts. It wasn't even uncommon for many to meditate for decades or centuries on end as they prepared for a breakthrough.
Still, humans were humans. A hundred-year-old man shouldn't be acting like a ten-year-old.
