Chapter 61: Gift of the Damned
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"I am sorry, Elder. I truly am," Yin Zhe insisted, his voice hardening with a feigned tone of stubborn loyalty. "I cannot risk it. I must honor my family's tradition." He could see the amusement drain from the old man's eyes, replaced by a sudden, and dangerous annoyance. The shift was instantaneous, it was like a shadow falling over a sunny day.
The old man's face slightly twisted, losing its frail, and gentle look. The deep lines on his face seemed to etch themselves deeper, and his voice dropped to a low, and powerful growl that carried an undeniable undercurrent of absolute authority. "You… you dare to refuse something from me?"
(Ha-ha-ha-ha!)
