"Bitter-faced Ascetic?"
The Scholar retracted his finger, and the old woman flicked her fingers, causing the wooden doll to swiftly fall into her palm.
He looked up at the ascetic in the middle and heard Grandmother Withered Butterfly coldly laugh and say,
"Just a mere Tie Lingyun, and you, a monk, also got involved?
"With the three of us, including Grandmother and the 'Scholar who Paints Dragons,' joining forces, isn't it a bit overboard?"
The Scholar snorted and said lightly,
"Old lady, you're getting old, your mind isn't clear.
"Tie Lingyun, as the Grand Hall Master of the Iron Blood Hall, isn't someone easy to deal with.
"To kill him, we must be prepared without any chance of failure!"
"Old?"
The Bitter-faced Ascetic glanced at Grandmother Withered Butterfly, shook his head and said,
"You are mistaken, Grandmother Withered Butterfly is not old.
