When he read the message, the veins on the Xiao's head of family bulged. He was so shocked that the phone screen started to crack from a tight unconscious grip.
After a full ten seconds, he forcefully suppressed his anger.
"All of you can go back. These matters are not your fault."
The eight people below the man felt a sense of relief. Some of them even wiped the beads of sweat off their heads, bowed deeply, and hurriedly got up and walked out.
Xiao Bai slowly closed his eyes, and softly spoke, he looked as though he was speaking to himself.
"Elder Ling."
At this moment, an old man appeared from a shadowed corner that would have been difficult for one to notice his presence. One could vaguely see that he was a short and hunchbacked old man, and one could assume that he was extremely weak.
However, the fierce aura emitted from his body made people feel that there was a sharp edge and grit in the way he carried himself.