Lin Xiao sat opposite them and sat cross legged, leaving his slippers hanging as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Dongshen Yue, on the other hand, domineeringly took her place beside him with her hand on her skull staff, fiercely glaring at Lin Wuyi and making her even more uncomfortable.

Even the white-browed Lin Jie, who was a thousand years Lin Wuyi's senior, was junior to the Second Patriarch. Given how he had to act politely around them, she didn't bother to freak out, though seeing how Lin Xiao called him 'Lil' Jie', their relationship seemed rather decent.

"Second Patriarch, you're just in time for my son's performance. Let's watch it and cheer for him," Lin Jie said with a smile.

"You had another one?" Lin Xiao asked.

"Yes. He was born twenty-four years ago." As Lin Xiao hadn’t really left Brokensword Peak in the fifty years since Yi Daiyan's return, he wasn't aware of Lin Jie fathering yet another child. Not to mention, matters of offspring were sensitive topics for Lin...