章 417: Ancient Bronze Mirror

The person in the painting couldn't speak, of course, and his strange eyes remained on Fang Xing's face.

It was incredibly satisfying to bully the grand ancestor of the Hentain clan, and Fang Xing became even more excited as he cursed on. "Damn old Hentian, did the heavens kill your entire family and bed your wife for you to want to hate the heavens? Let me tell you, your little grandpa here despises people like you the most! Hurry and spill where you hid your treasure or I'm going to burn you!"

The portrait of Grand Ancestor Hentian showed no response, and his eyes remained narrow alongside the diabolic aura.

"Oh? You're even putting on airs and don't want to spill? Do you think I won't actually burn you?" Fang Xing simply pulled out a flame talisman and threw it over. Since there wasn't anything worthwhile in this trash of a secret pavilion, simply burning such an ordinary-looking painting would do.