Robert Morgan knew that at this moment, half of his life depended on Grace Miller's fingers, and the other half on Charlotte Harris's mouth. So he desperately tried to please them. He said these words eight times a day in official circles—only the object of loyalty changed, the rest were the same old phrases.

Charlotte Harris was just thinking about how to deal with this sycophant when suddenly someone outside the window said:

"Two shameless fellows, Miss Harris, don't believe them."

All three people in the room were startled, especially Grace Miller, who thought: Why did this person say 'two'?

Chapter Eight: Even Immortals Can Stumble in the Gutter

Grace Miller thought the voice sounded like an old woman and shouted sternly:

"Who is it? Sneaking around."

"Hahaha." There was a burst of laughter outside the window—it was actually two people.

Immediately after, two gray shadows flashed and leapt into the room through the already open window—a man and a woman, both with white hair and wrinkled skin, at least sixty if not seventy years old. They were exactly the elderly couple whom Grace Miller had accused of being spies.

Grace Miller had just said that casually, not expecting that they really weren't ordinary people. He took two steps back to Charlotte Harris's side, grabbed her hand, and shot a "Sword Qi Finger" at the old man.

Earlier, Grace Miller had kissed Charlotte Harris's face twice and received a heavy slap, accumulating quite a bit of immortal energy in his body. Even without touching Charlotte Harris, the force was considerable—second only to the finger that killed David Cooper.

David Cooper had barely managed to block the weakest level of "Sword Qi Finger" with his impenetrable swordsmanship and indestructible treasured blade, but still died to the "Hot Kiss" level of "Sword Qi Finger." The old man, however, had no weapon and met the attack with his bare palm.

With a bang, a small explosion occurred less than a foot in front of the old man. Grace Miller was shocked—he hadn't expected there to be such a formidable person in the world, able to take his "slap-level" Sword Qi Finger head-on.

The old man was even more shocked. Though he had received Grace Miller's attack, his internal energy was churning, and the true qi in his dantian was in turmoil. He couldn't even speak, let alone counterattack. The old woman beside him saw a flash of blue on his face and hurriedly cried out:

"We are friends, not enemies!"

She immediately pressed her palm to the old man's lower abdomen, sending several streams of true qi into him to steady his breath.

The two of them had originally thought Grace Miller was just a scheming fraud with some low-level magic tricks. Only now did they realize they had misjudged him.

Grace Miller still held Charlotte Harris's hand with one hand and pointed at the elderly couple with the other. Now he could only use the "handshake" level of Sword Qi Finger and wasn't confident he could defeat them both, so he said:

"You two are not young anymore. What are your intentions, eavesdropping on others in the middle of the night?"

The old man said nothing. The old woman stepped forward, flicked her sleeve at Robert Morgan's face, and the shameless fellow collapsed limply to the ground before Grace Miller could save him.

"This young man has impressive magical power—what a pity, what a pity."

Grace Miller's face flushed for once. He knew that all his intentions and actions toward Charlotte Harris had been seen by the elderly couple. He also realized they were not ordinary martial artists but cultivators. Of course, he wasn't afraid of them, so he chuckled and said:

"You two elders have a lot of free time—what a shame, what a shame."

The old woman snorted, ignored Grace Miller, and said to Charlotte Harris:

"Miss Harris, we are here to see you."

Charlotte Harris had not understood what the two were talking about and was now even more surprised. She said:

"You two seniors know me?"

"We are friends of a close relative of yours, Miss Harris, and have been entrusted to deliver a message."

Charlotte Harris was even more puzzled. Her parents and brother were all dead—what close relative could there be? So she asked:

"A close relative? May I ask which one?"

The old woman glanced at Grace Miller and said:

"It's inconvenient to speak with outsiders present. Miss, please step aside so this old woman can tell you privately."

Before Charlotte Harris could reply, Grace Miller was already displeased. He pulled Charlotte Harris closer and said:

"There are only two outsiders in this room, and that's you two. As for me and Sister Charlotte..."

Charlotte Harris was afraid he would say something about being "husband and wife," so she quickly said:

"We can talk outside."

Then she looked at Grace Miller with clear, innocent eyes, pleading for his consent. Grace Miller was completely defenseless against this expression and said:

"The world is dangerous; one must always be cautious."

The old woman turned, pulled the old man over, and pushed him toward Grace Miller, saying:

"I'll leave the old man with you as a hostage. Young master, your skills are unmatched, so I'm sure you're not afraid of an old woman like me playing tricks."

Exchanging a little beauty more beautiful than a fairy for a gloomy-faced old man—of course, Grace Miller was a thousand times unwilling. But Charlotte Harris's curiosity was piqued; she wanted to know who this "close relative" was. Besides her deadly innocent gaze, she even pouted a little, looking both aggrieved and pleading. Grace Miller silently cursed himself three times, "I'm an idiot," and had no choice but to let go of Charlotte Harris, whispering:

"No matter what she says, you must tell me everything when you come back and let me verify it."

He was afraid the old woman would reveal his ulterior motives, so he left himself some leeway.

The old woman rolled her eyes at Grace Miller and said:

"Miss Harris is not a child; she can tell truth from lies herself."