Old Sir Zhao's palm, though it looked plain and unremarkable, was incredibly fast and came without sound, catching one completely off guard.
Clearly, this elder had not casually thrown out a palm; if his strike had connected, Qin Hai would have suffered greatly even if not injured.
However, just as Old Sir Zhao's withered palm was about to hit Qin Hai's back, one could see Qin Hai's shoulders shake slightly, and then he suddenly vanished from the spot.
The next moment, Qin Hai's icy voice came from beside Old Sir Zhao, "Old Sir Zhao, don't you think you're going a bit too far? After all, I've helped the Zhao Family before. Is this how you treat a benefactor?"
Having missed his palm strike, Old Sir Zhao's face remained impassive. He didn't pursue the attack but instead drew back his hand, saying, "How the Zhao Family behaves has nothing to do with me. Just return that 'artifact' to me. No need for more excuses; I'm certain that the 'artifact' is on you."