At the same time Lin Hao was speaking with the embroideress, in the Lin family's Patriarchal Residence.
Lin Tianhao was slouched lazily upon the large, luxurious main seat, showing none of the bearing of a Patriarch. Yet, his gaze was blazing.
"Zheng'Er, you just said that little bastard Lin Hao's Cultivation Technique and Body Technique are both strange. Tell me what's going on."
The mention of Lin Hao reminded Lin Zheng of the humiliation he had just suffered at his hands.
He, a mighty expert at the Eighth Layer of Blood Coagulation Realm, had been captured by Lin Hao, a good-for-nothing at the Third Layer, before he could even use his Bloodline Power. A disgrace! An utter and complete humiliation!
Although his own carelessness was partly to blame, he still felt a lingering fear when he recalled Lin Hao's Body Technique, martial skills, and strange Cultivation Technique.
