"It's nothing."
Alex narrowed his eyes slightly, a smile curling on his lips.
"Tobias, summon all the family disciples to the main hall."
"Third Uncle's arrival is a major event for the Hale family."
"We must have the younger generation properly meet their Third Grand Uncle."
"As for me, I shall personally go out and welcome them."
"...Yes."
Tobias's heart sank.
The Saint Lord hadn't changed after all. It couldn't be helped. The Saint Lord's father, the previous Saint Lord Corin, had died from Qi deviation. Daven and the ancestral medallion in his hands were the Saint Lord's only remaining emotional ties to that generation.
Tobias turned and left to pass on the orders.
Alex rode the clouds and mist, heading outside the holy land to receive his guests.
"Daven Hale, you old bastard, your skin is truly thick," Alex muttered, eyes narrowed.
"After pulling off a stunt that backstabbed the entire family, you still dare to run back here time and time again to flaunt your power."
