When he heard the roaring laughter that came from outside the hall, Liang Tianheng instantly withdrew his smile and regained his composed expression.

On the other hand, Liang Bing sneered briefly before she sat down solemnly, and she become emotionless, ice cold, and proud.

A wave of steady footsteps resounded outside the hall before a robust, handsome, and poised middle aged man in a dark violet colored crane feather cloak walked in.

He walked with vigorous strides while holding a smile in the corners of his mouth, and his fierce gaze shot out like a cold bolt of lightning. Every single move he made emanated an oppressive imposing aura of control and arrogance.

He was precisely the Patriarch of the Yin Clan, Yin Dezhao!

A Saint Immortal Realm expert that possessed monstrous authority in the Southbridge Continent!

After he walked into the hall, he couldn’t help but be slightly stunned upon seeing Liang Bing that sat at the side, and then he moved his gaze onto Liang Tianheng that sat at the seat of the host before he roared with laughter. “Brother Liang doesn’t mind me coming without an invitation, right?”

Even though he spoke like this, Yin Dezhao knew in his heart that since this little girl, Liang Bing, had appeared here, he would probably have to pay a great price to have his wish fulfilled.

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