C221 Draw
The white-haired elder was taken aback.
Could their Vice Island Master have developed a fondness for talent?
Apparently not.
The twinkle in the hemp-robed elder's eyes made the white-haired man's mouth twitch.
He was all too aware of the fate of the last person who had been on the receiving end of such a look from the old man—played like a fiddle and left in a sorry state
