The two left the hidden chamber.
Su Clan’s Sixteen was in front and Song Shuhang followed behind as they came to the living room.
On the sofa, the uncle from Immortal Farming Sect opened his eyes and stared coldly at the two, "You finally came out, this old man knew you never left this suite."
He speculated that the two were hiding somewhere in the house; if not for the attention tearing down the building would draw, he would’ve started to demolish this house already.
"You shouldn’t have stayed." Su Clan’s Sixteen said dully in a chilly voice.
"Bullsh*t, why should I not have stayed?" the uncle from Immortal Farming Sect stood up and snarled.
At the same time, all the bones in his body made a cracking sound, and both his hands formed claws with true qi flowing in and out of each finger, sharp as a blade’s edge.
Su Clan’s Sixteen had a composed expression, and she slowly raised her right arm, forming a knife with her palm, "Bring it on."