Seeds of Grandmasters

The Northern Xuan Prefectural Lord was furious, thinking Zhou Nanwang's table manners were far too ugly.

At most, he had wanted to acknowledge Zhou You as a "disciple," yet the other man wanted Zhou You as a grandson. If this could be endured, what could not?

Ha, acknowledging kin and returning to the clan—this was not something he could settle with a single airy sentence.

As for Zhou Nanwang claiming he came from Northern Xuan Prefecture, he treated it as nothing but a fart, something made up on the spot.

How could there be such a coincidence? The very family he came from had, so many years later, produced a descendant like Zhou You with the bearing of a Grandmaster?

Among the countless aristocratic families across the Fifty Provinces, fewer than one hand's worth could produce Grandmasters at such a steady rate.

Northern Profound Zhu ranked among the foremost in number of Grandmasters, so he understood even more clearly just how difficult it was to achieve this.

"Ahem, Grandmaster Zhou, kin cannot be acknowledged recklessly."

The Northern Xuan Prefectural Lord smiled and pointed at Jia Jinzhong, Qi Tianmen, and the others. "Just now, these people were still pursuing Zhou You for impersonating an aristocratic family."

His tone was calm, yet it carried a faint Killing Intent. "Tell me, what evidence do you have?"

Jia Jinzhong and Qi Tianmen went icy from head to toe. How could they not understand that they had been swept into a struggle between two Grandmasters?

They were treading on thin ice. One careless step and they would be smashed to pieces, perhaps even dragging their lineages down with them.

Jia Jinzhong opened his mouth, only to suddenly realize he knew nothing of the details. He hurriedly tossed the scalding-hot potato to Qi Tianmen. "You say