"Grandfather!"
Lin Ming called out emotionally, immediately reined in his horse, dismounted, and rushed toward Lin Chaoyang.
Facing the villagers standing on the side, eyeing him vigilantly, Lin Ming was indifferent. After all, he had cultivated his Essence Qi, and the farmers in the village were no match for him.
"Grandfather, I have wronged you."
Lin Ming walked up to Lin Chaoyang, and the martial artists who had been standing behind Lin Chaoyang had disappeared without a trace.
Even without those martial artists, the villagers of Linhu Village dared not make a move.
Also on horseback, Xing Huaifeng's gaze was sharp like a tiger, putting immense pressure on these villagers.
"Kneel down."
Lin Chaoyang looked at his eldest grandson and suddenly spoke.
