Wu Jiu's gaze was like blades as he coldly swept his eyes over the surroundings, a faintly mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Then his voice sank, carrying an unquestionable ferocity.
"Humph, I don't need you old fellows to tell me. I have my own plans."
"At worst, I'll go see the Old Ancestor right now."
With that, Wu Jiu flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.
His departing figure was like a sharp gust of wind, carrying resolve and disdain, as though remaining for even one more moment would be a desecration of himself.
"Humph, he's merely a Divine Mansion Realm martial artist. I refuse to believe that this Lu Xuan would dare act presumptuously before the Wu Family, one of the Eight Great Families!"
Wu Jiu sneered, a trace of disdain flashing through his eyes, though it was mixed with several complicated emotions.
"Even if this old man's strength is far inferior to Lu Xuan's, don't you forget—"
His voice suddenly rose, as if he deliberately wanted those inside the room to hear it.
"This old man is a member of the Eight Great Families!"
"A Divine Mansion Realm martial artist is as tiny as an ant before those Old Ancestors. They can be crushed with a turn of the hand."
After Wu Jiu left, the chill he had brought with him still lingered in the air within the room.
The people around them exchanged glances, yet no one spoke to refute Wu Jiu.
Because what Wu Jiu said was precisely the truth they took for granted. No one questioned it, nor did anyone dare to question it.
Within the Great Xia Dynasty, apart from the lofty Great Xia Dynasty Royal Family and the other powers among the Eight Great Families—
Who else would dare