C32 A Thousand Years of Misery!

The old man grumbled as he moved to the gate, ready to shoo people away. His long beard puffed out comically, like steam escaping, as he huffed in frustration.

Huo Lingxiao stepped forward, blocking the door. He shot a glance at the flustered old man, who looked like he was preparing for battle, and confidently carried the girl into the yard, familiar with the place.

"Hey, Sixth Boy