Chapter 627

"It's you! You're the one who used that illusion on me!" Jordan, furious, charged forward. Just as he was about to reach the old man, a swipe of the horsetail whisk sent an invisible force rushing at him. Jordan was knocked backward and fell to the ground. Madison reached out, grabbed his shoulder, and steadied him. The old monk narrowed his sharp eyes in surprise, then gave Madison a dismissive once-over before sneering. Max Salle also sneered and gestured politely to the old monk. "Mr. Watkin, this way, please." Perry Watkin walked in arrogantly. Jordan snorted coldly, refusing to admit defeat. "Ms. Madison… No, Ms. Locke, this way, please." He mimicked the gesture of invitation. As they stepped into the Salle family's living room, dozens of family members were gathered there. Vincent and his wife were speaking coldly to someone nearby but turned to see Jordan and Madison entering. Their expressions immediately changed. Vincent strode over and scolded Jordan in a low voice,