The jeweled carriage came to a halt.  

As Lin Xun got off the carriage, a towering building not too far away caught his attention. 

It was the residence of the North Light Lin Clan. 

Lin Zhong stepped forward and exchanged a few words with the servant guarding the residence entrance. Soon, Lin Dahong hurriedly darted out of the residence.  

He smiled and gave a cupped fist salute. “Please forgive me for not coming out to welcome you. Please come with me.” 

He quickly invited Lin Xun inside. 

Lin Xun smiled and followed him. 

Lin Zhong and Third Old Zhu shadowed him closely like loyal servants.  

However, just as Lin Xun stepped into the residence and before he could look around, a squeaky scream rang out. 

“That kid dares to come here? Haha, he’s brave. Where is he now?”

Before the voice died away, a young master dressed in a gold robe with a jade fan came over with a threatening-looking group of men and women behind him. 

The golden-robed young master immediately pinned a glare at Lin Xun and smiled coldly. “You’re...