The middle-aged man paused for a moment and whispered beside Lin Tian, "Young man, watch your words. If this weren't the Yun Family, you would have already paid the price for your words."
"I want to know, what price..." Lin Tian chuckled softly, but before he could finish his sentence, two more people came up from the foot of the mountain, capturing everyone's attention, including Lin Tian's.
An old man around sixty years old and a child around ten years old. They dressed very peculiarly, with dark red robes draped over them and bright yellow underneath. One arm was covered by the robe, and the other was exposed outside.
Whether it was the elder or the child, their hair was very short, just a bit of black like it had only recently grown back after a shave.
Both had darker skin, clearly from too much sun exposure, and it seemed they had walked up the mountain, with their cloth shoes covered in mud and dust, unlike Lin Tian who arrived by car.
