Chapter 863: The Rampage of Thru East
The Clifford Family estate, within the vast lake, the lakeside pavilion that had been destroyed just over a month ago had been repaired at some unknown time.
At one side of the pavilion, an old man sat quietly, holding a fishing rod, engaged in fishing.
Although the old man was fishing, his eyes were tightly shut, his face mixing traces of desolation.
This old man looked no different from an ordinary elder.
After a while.
"Sigh."
The old man opened his eyes, sighed deeply, lifted the fishing rod, glanced at the straight hook, and muttered, "Ever since Hamish left, I have never been able to calm my heart..."
"Hamish, do you know that since Grandpa heard you left, not a single fish has been caught."
The old man took a deep breath, tears beginning to well up in his eyes unknowingly.
"Clan Chief!"